ourselves we only have ourselves to blame. Running ourselves into the ground. Let's turn this around. Seperated we are nothing, but together we'll overcome. The human race
furniture I'm on a ride that won't stop movin' And I don't know exactly what I'm doin' I see you shake, shake and I'm spinnin' It's like I won the race
I do the dishes She my motivation, I'm her transportation 'Cause I let her ride while I drive her crazy Then I just keep going, going, like I'm racing
'em You push, pull each others hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the race that took
King of Dinosaurs! O ya but sure I done but dirty Still racing downhill like we doing a buck thrity Ha! Oh my name is Herby (Herby) The race car going
pull your knees tonight So dumped in love Because I got no faith I've seen those twisted lies Thrown back into my face I've heard the crazy dark rooms Of the human race
Now, I never seen a MC cut shit up right A muh'fuckin' nigga but check this shit out Evil E, the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' some glock and crazy
the bartender send me 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney Gucci no hippie, but he stoned like Jimi Ex-pill poppers, geeked up crazy
We can do anything Just you and me baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, babe Wait and see Hold on, sit tight Are you ready for a crazy ride? You're on your own
fact beautiful ain?t the word, unexplainable is the beauty of her, and i will be the race car hitting her curves, errrrr, i drive her crazy, stupid
dit Concert, concert tonite The music's comin' at you You know it's worth the wait You'll lose those tired-of-workin' blues (? ? ? ) Everybody in the human race
I don't know what it is that you've done to me But it's caused me to act in such a crazy way Whatever it is that you do when you do what you're doing
hardly speak Somethin' 'bout the way you do I don't know what it is that you've done to me But it's caused me to act in such a crazy way Whatever it
smile, it seems softer than it was Proof, some people gonna call you up Tell you something that you already know Proof, sane people go crazy on you
murder, black cop, cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books And the whole race dichotomy
a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by Oh nothing's sweeter than summer time And American honey Get caught in the race Of this crazy
