give He is the liar we must finght to live Dancing in the visions of a chemical escape A mind that's a waste land marcotic rape Planning derision's
never knew what hit 'em, when the potion went to work, They had Grandma's doin' backflips, Grandpa's lookin' up their skirts. They were singing Hallelujah and Willie Nelson songs
with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that all my enemies work
Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person that jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth Its me on the song, featured your fleet
(Verse #1, manchild) I got these blind musicians watching me listen to their songs/ And I think they?re catching on there?s a chance that I might not
.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog (Which could be the better acronym for the song) But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle
the evidence And that bothers me [Canibus] Forensic psychologists, Samuel with the brides Explains you probably never understand Jermaine Incoherent speaches, puzzles and pieces The sub-chemical
the best shouldn't ask for respect" Is that correct? Yes, could you please speak up, I SAID YES! That's not possible, that's sounds completely illogical
it's him I proof read my writtens, eat a chicken with the skin missin' in 10 minutes Now that's some shit! You think that's fast? Nah That's faster than
this messed up system Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical
we had to wait to go inside - You sang, I scoured, my father thought I was saved. You paid me back for the ride with a college cafeteria breakfast. I stopped working
Sage: It's not that what we're doing is wrong But let's try to keep this a secret Between me, you, and the song A menage a trois that sings to me Sinfully