comes to you a new life is waiting for me You know that your heart is a stone, made to crush the weak and powerless Everyone you touch, turned to stone
There's a long distance train rolling through the rain Tears on the letter I write There's a woman I long to touch and I missin' her so much But she's
her head Doctor says you really shouldn't leave her alone She throws her books -- all scattered cross the room Graham Greene sprawled out beside the Rolling Stones
put your hand where you wouldn't put your face She said a dollar rubber rat Utah plates Brilliant green substance unknown With a face like a peeled onion
can make it there if you can 'Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man You say "neato," check your libido And roll to the church in your new tuxedo
tries to get in you This spooky electric sound Give up if you want to and all is lost Spooky Electric will be your boss Call People magazine, Rolling Stone
, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96 97-9, I'm a shine count down on time I'm in your city and state, and in your hood In your face once again forever it's understood
Call it a foreign image Paint heavily leaking I guess it wasn't finished Riding with something freaky They tell me she the business The chain clear, stones
Whom if it wasnt for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist who may have never got to see our faces, Graced the cover of Rolling stone pages
't even fake the deal I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill (Project Pat) Always in my face talkin this and that Girl I had to buy some
critics, Ta' Kweli, Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits One, two, three, four Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (
to Benz skippin', supastar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin' Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription Watch a rich nigga clickin' (From New
come comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
made it Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H. Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate
the face of God Graveyard Shiftin', different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new
game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face
im talking bout sit back take notes already (Verse 1) I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch Lace up some new J's now Im new born fresh Got
heals all But I don?t believe them -- Cause heartbreaks are uncurable And I?m up all night Stone-faced in New York City Trying to set things right -- Now time rolls