couldn't stop yapping and took it past rapping It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off And it feels like any minute the bomb
rolled on, it's fifty If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long, yeah If you thinking I'm a fucking fall off ya so wrong, it's fifty I'm innocent
never knew Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture
not describe How you move me deep inside It's more than everything The magic I feel When we touch Much more than energy Like flying with angels above It
me your best, then i promise u baby you're next tonite. I don't need to hear Kells or Marvin cause my body was already callin, Forget bout D'Angelo. How does it feel
be you Oh you'd be happy Only if you wanted to And how would you treat me? Because I would treat you Oh you'd be happy Only if you wanted to How do
you want it nigga, come and get it And I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin' wit it Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look I ain't gon' stop
'd be mine How many times does a dream come true, come into your life? I can't believe the way she makes me feel I have to pinch myself to know it's real
beauty was in the eyes of beholder How come everyone hushed when she walked by? How come girls would look just to scold her? How come the angel wanted
, and a bowling ball with a small length of rope hanging from it, and tiptoe around the airport." Sounds like fun "How old does a baby need to be before it
such a lonely child How pensive, how sad you seem to me Believe me, were it within my power I'd fill each passing hour How quiet it must be, I can see
that make sounds How long does it take for the pace to break down Another lonely little trophy If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home
rent. listen to what i have to say, remind yourselves everyday. let's get the message on it's way well first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes. how
a spin of the wheel Out of your hands now so how do you feel? But you're not gonna win you'd better go back again Do you feel lucky or do you feel scared
more As is above,so is below, Some feel the heat, Yeah, some feel the cold, We are the souls, Yes, We have been chose, Some roll with angels and demons
it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that
rolled on (It's Fifty) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah) If you thinking I'm a fuckin' fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) I'm
me So I wish that I'd had written you a love song and somehow you understood what it feels to be me becuase the Angel loves the sprite forever and does it