life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at Chorus w/ variations Lord can you help me get there? Please let me get there *piano
things I forgot I forgot to do my homework And I've only got one sock I'm halfway through a test But I just can't concentrate I'm sitting next to Fontaine I
I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I'm a ass, ass, ass I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm a ass, ass, ass Sawdust
I like thangs. New thangs: brand new white T's, in the summer days, you know? So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit'
you when you move to N.Y.C and you left your sounds at home All you got is an M-Box, an MPC and your Apple computer's on I've got a 5 dollar microphone I
I aint Jacking Im chasing dreams sort of like jeans Boy I aint slacking, Im chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I aint slacking Ay take a hard look at
we've forgotten you Just yesterday evening we were talking about you As I walked toward the house, you came to mind In bed I turned over and said nothing
the corner it seems were always filled With good food and happy people where laughter used to live I look at the cast through tear filled eyes at the
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you [ piano ] You've hurt me so many times that I've lost track Yet given half a chance I take you back You're
, yo, you worse Money B The freaks of the industry And when you see us backstage, be prepared to G You know what man, you's a freak I seen you with that
Daddy, I be missing you when you gone" I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat so I can wear
watch the blood spit as you die Sparks fly, when real killers collide I'm fearless, that's why you feel this inside I'm clever, I never ever let shit
drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the stash bloka Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neil Tat tat
put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked 'Cuz real talk, is looking like you tryna let off that glock Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you
Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you
I didn't meet you in the jungle Swinging from a tree I sat down at the piano You were playing with me I couldn't believe all the things you could do The
shit you can teach me; I'm young but not dumb, you ain't from where i'm from, you don't feel how I feel, you ain't real how i'm real, I aint signed to
