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this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces

[Chorus]
You can catch me in
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
want to get me out 
Know that they don't like me from the day I came about 
Fassys are behind my back running up their 
We be rolling twenty deep
There's no use to make reply
You can't kill what does not live
I'll make you suffer by my will

Alright, I'm in complete control
Now heads are gonna roll
I
call me SIRE 
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE 
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE 

Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street
(The First of Seraphs in Anguish Bereaved)
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 11/3 - 1996, edited & rearranged 5/10 -1998 and 20/7 - 1999)

Lucifer:
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
No, I don't give a fuck about you and your friends
I've seen the world through your eyes
I don't watch tv twenty-four hours a day
And buy
a hustle up wit investors and there he go again
20 million later and I'm guessin' it's finally soakin' in
At best you just a hater who mad at me 'cause he
a hustle up wit investors and there he go again
20 million later and I'm guessin' it's finally soakin' in
At best you just a hater who mad at me 'cause he
you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
my bedroom, and very little headroom
Twenty years, I sat and waited! (I missed my prom! My dad and mom)
I'm very dedicated (sent me away)
Now, don't get me wrong the 10 Commandments is cool,
See once upon a time I too believed in the Golden Rule
Unemployment figures at an all time high
you at, then ya ass is got

[Chorus]

[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that s***
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two n**** play me like..

Nah, I ain't
way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me!

Live
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go (y'know)
(All eyez on me)
Motherfucking O.G.
Roll up in the club and shit
shall be first to suffer crucial 

If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you 

So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down
Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood

"Cause when I flow
day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie g, can't you see, i'm busta free
Niggaz can't stand me, all eyes on me

I live the life of a thug nigga, until
way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me!

I live
way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me!

Live