Lyrics:
Power Station The Model

You split my heart in two Now what you gonna do? Once you gone tech You ain't never going back I'm hi-tech, baby Fresh out the box the latest model

: See in Mary's arms reposing Christ by highest heaven adored: Come, your circle round Him closing, Pious hearts that love the Lord. Come ye poor, no pomp of station

gansta hoe Love suckin' dick homie that's for sho' Models with the power make it rain make it shower Model six foot with the money and the power Fresh

: See in Mary's arms reposing Christ by highest heaven adored: Come, your circle round Him closing, Pious hearts that love the Lord. Come ye poor, no pomp of station

split my heart in two Now what you gonna do? (Once you gone tech you ain't never going back) I'm hi-tech, baby Fresh out of box, the latest model Generator

Hmmk? She gets up and takes a shower Now she is in the mirror for hours By the way she is a model of course Hair all made up and makeup powered up Walkin

Picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honies that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer, prize winner Best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater Model

duction I do rhyme construction Wear my boots, for no interruption On the microphone, model 4-0-6 2-38, four-thousand five, 81 Seven kilowatts of power

I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin shit I wanna see the streets dark again Let the heaters spark again, police callin all cars often Powerful