shine It's the secret, I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writing this song instead of a love letter They gon' play it
it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with flow You know it
blossom all around me I tried wailin' to a wall Standin' like porcelain, mumblin', Salt water rollin' down side burns, Searchin' for the answers, handling the truth Seein' it for myself is
all connected, gotta wait for the signal Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle Insight is disease, feed the criminal rotary All over the world it
me,I'm the future I represent how it's gone be, I'm the future Born in 1987, I'm the future Party people get ready, it's the future I dont know about y'all
,I'm the future I represent how it's gone be, I'm the future Born in 1987, I'm the future Party people get ready, it's the future I dont know about y'all
mayn) Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn) [Kyleon] It's more than one way out here, to get that do' It don't take a rocket scientist
's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin', it was all
You were one step behind In that dismal school of mine Needle and percocet Instead of books on student's desks But we were so.. charming The future was
Possible that growin old is Worth its weight in lead as time Keeps passing by can't help but Wonder why the future holds my Destiny but is it all a
I got sick of my job, sick of my wife Sick of my future and sick of my life I packed up my car and I got some gas And told everybody they could kiss my
Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection Let's see where your heart is at But mine is in right exact
daily in disguise. Sinister tell the minister. To bless my soul. Momma maybe mine broke and went outta control. Smash the remote control. Through television screens. Blame it on a movie or a dream. Its all
I don't know what it can be but you drive me crazy All your cunning tricks make me sick, you won't have it your own way Can't hold on much longer - but
there so i gotta create it gotta play my next move [Chorus:] and i'm sick i'm so sick and tired so tell me what I can do when it's all been done before
it on the rack, won't notice it My bank 'count, commas all over it Racks on racks on racks Young Jeezy Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
is, that's where we is man De la soul, you done it again De la soul, you done it again De la soul, you done it again Flava Flav, de la soul, you done it