look back But if you want to show me life The offier is open But you still won't arrive We could be equals Finally arrive So in love in the middle of
I'd like to blame it on my job, but I cant blame it on that. I cant blame it on the tetherball that never comes unattached. I'd like to blame it on
you like making out But there's a time and place for everything I know you like getting high But you know what they say about everyday I know you like
need you and mold you. I could always be on time. maybe we could get married I could find a slow job. Maybe we could get married. Scary thought in the middle
deep down, and disappear, flipping off planes from the ground expensive sex my self esteem if I should lose my life. And your decent in the middle smoking
, choke on, hit on, spit on and mastered I've outlasted, been used to tell truth and lies Used to kill the youth and used to open up they eyes I come in all kinds
niggas like I'm sprewell Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand Blow you away like it's part of the plan I gotta call it like I see it
, let a nigga know what hood you from Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't
spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!" For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment In the middle
drawbridge we don't serve your kind. It ends where it begins and the beginning isn't pretty, can't forget that not-so-perfect little bow around the middle
star, really. The big bang bastard's back with a one way ticket to Beat Street. This all is like relevent to human kind supply/demand ratios man, learn
we do with a thousand drunken sailors? "kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind
like it's hot N-F-G make you drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
they taste like, some kind a' treat? How many hippies can this monster eat? It ate stills and Nash before they could shout And then it chewed on David Crosby but it spit
(Look at me) Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (Look at me) I'm like that, it's like that, what? I'm like that, it's like that (Look at me) Charlie Hustle
gangster Everyday I'm on the grind, but my mind's on you all the time And I scoop you like a soldier would I'm in the woods, top down like I don't got
yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV] Yo, my eyes -- I pity de fool who will sell it Like dresser, uh huh. I be de midget
got a whole lot of shit to say You sound like me, spit it in a different way You ain?t write no hits, nigga put your wrist away Every time you see me, I?m looking like