in grey, floating out to sea The rain lashed down in darkness A lizard blinked an eye And time stopped in the silence The small fish gave a cry The next
I don't want to understand this horror There's a weight in your eyes, I can't admit Everybody ends up here in bottles But the name tag's the last thing
You're dreaming you're life away Fish out of water Go swim in the tide today Fish out of water You're dreaming you're life away Fish out of water Go
Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I
Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let
to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake I smash ya'll muthafuckas
I know she gone, but I'm still holding on Still smell the scent of her clothes, only God knows the pain I cried 'til there's no tears left Love my babies
you loving your broad I'ma lay back and reveal your hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Mr. Maygreen)] Aiyo, what up party people (Yeah, my name's on the guest list) This is the Wallabee kingpin in the building (
want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice neck, with some fish, with some fish dishes Rakim gems,
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat,
[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see) Sip on this little bit
little shit on the floor roll 'em That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking) Six 'em girls, hit his kicks I'm a still show that motherfucker he fish Pound
This is why the World Series of Poker Is decided over a no limit poker tournament Players, pro's even, can't handle the pressure of the game They consider
God's woman, what's going on? I know things seem messed up sometime You stressed out and you can't handle the situation Sometime it feels like you lacking
You out there, on now Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying It's the hardcore Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be
'm sure of, it's that Drugs destroy your mind and destroy Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin We eat fish, tossed salads and make