dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a Charger (Take it all, you need me) Two hundred for
's nothing playing Check the radio again but there's nothing playing Moonlight illuminate my night and my days sunray make the people say And a vision something
the day But it gets me half way I can't worry 'bout where my boys be going I'mma be right at home And I wouldn't miss it for nothin' Just for that morning
gaze at the stars that shine like the moon Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya Some
anymore I'm not looking for a band-aid on loneliness I'm not looking for a temporary 'get me through the night' I'm holding out for something more than
gutter With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush
doing? Maxine: Nothing just laying in bed Denaun: Huh? Maxine: Nothing just laying in bed Denaun: Why? Maxine: I don't know thinking about something
date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Stinkin' biatch I betcha that I got something
desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum, Cant think of nothing, fuck I'm stumped, but wait here comes something
the back seat of a borrowed car Thunder road ... Here's one for the lost lovers and all the fixed games Thunder road ... Here's one for the tires rushing
thin chain of next moments and something like faith On a morning to order a breakfast to make A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits For the touch
the jets then it aint nothing [hook: mos def] yo the king closed his cloak the set was over fo' such a excellent moment so emotional they rushed out
Yeah, this is the best part of the trip Hold on to something, hold on to something We about to take the road less traveled You ain't gotta go home, but
climb Feelin' alive Flowing line for line I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if it's mine, words bind I'ma take it right back For line, for line, for
I break something Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix 'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush Or until some hynas get in
something Don't worry, it's nothing that we can't fix 'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or until I get a head rush Or until some hynas get in
to die for vocal tones My boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for bumping Ain't no fronting, always into something, no miss you can't tell me nothing My mind is something