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Zero Zero Zero: The Best of Sam Phillips (Sam Phillips) · Zero Zero Zero: The Best of Sam Phillips (Sam Phillips) · Zero Zero (Mike Batt) · Fabriclive52 - Zero T (Mixed By Zero T) (Sia) · Seeing Things (Laurie Lewis) · Seeing Things (Jakob Dylan) · Seeing Things (Laurie Lewis) · Seeing Things (Shades Apart) · Seeing Eye Dog (Helmet) · I'll Be Seeing You (Vicki Lynn King) – and 90 other albums »


I was here but I forgot
I guess we never changed much from the things that we have been
But I'm looking forward to seeing you again
I'm looking
Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
I want to be by myself
(by myself)
Are you wired my child?
You live your life too would
Seeing things you never knew. 
One day it'll get you
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party begin

[Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Strut their stuff

Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Whip I drive? Owned by
sadly by a chosen few... you

April 2-0-2-9 the final time
The end my friend in not near the hour in fact is quite here
When the moon becomes red to guide
seeing me
I put that on everything
Put that on everything
Put that on everything

[Young Jeezy]
I'm going out the same way I came in hard then
how we do 
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you 
Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)
Your chicken-head wife was
Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
Steady son come seven come eleven
If either one of us can count that high
Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
Milk and honey in the by and by

Darkling
understandable slang at you
I'm the all seeing lyrical with infinite bars and visuals
And the sideways eight peripheral
I told you I spit a rhyme that'll melt
Into the year 2 0 straight from 9 9

One day minding my own business
Girl from the back won't keep her distance
She was all over me
Just won't let
out the whole long
My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
Anyways I try to uplift, but not too
one more night
Tell me what it's gonna take 
To keep you with me in my life

Giving up the shame of my other life
Now I'm seeing things in a whole
instrumental refrain.

Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party begin

[Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
instrumental refrain.

Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
bitter tears
Couldn't understand the value of things
The hanging of the necks at the 13 stairs
Seeing people becoming friendly while clapping hands
That
Welcome to the ghetto

Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets
the drill 
Teacher's got his eye on her 
Moves in for the kill. 
Nobody can see or hear the things that they do 
All the books stay closed, there must be