Lyrics:
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs fit's the face)
(The drugs
walking around life with a face, 11 miles long
Now you know that you can't go wrong
If you start off each day with a song
You gotta start off each day
Sprinkle water
face face face face
Sprinkle water
face face face face
Sprinkle water
face face face face
Sprinkle water
face face face face
face
Cameras flashing snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras stop the press stop the press
Now bill this
walking around life with a face, 11 miles long
Now you know that you can't go wrong
If you start off each day with a song
You gotta start off each day
to watch for the snakes they be right in your face
Trying to steal off my plate get shot in your face
Fow fow fow
It will be your own race
It will be your
Gone try to take mine bullet holes on ya chest
On you,
You was talking that shit at the back now I’m in ya face what you wanna do,
What’s up,
And if you
to split.
The daily papers seek a desperate face
The television cameras join in the chase
It's much fun interviewing urban decay
I grab the microphone
Breath, should I take a deep?
Faith, should I take a leap?
Taste, what a bittersweet
All my, all my life
Let me face, let me face
Let me face
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face
me too, But you don't know me
Rollin 4 deep in the backseat
Backwoods louder than DMT
Interviewing with TMZ
My lyricis is TNT
Explode on her back
calculate a frickin shooting
On deaths then call camera men to start interviewing
Its around the clock
In the morning
They’re reporting
House in flames
of monks ushered us
Into a small shrine at the top of the temple
Looking down the sheer face, the steps had became a waterfall
I don't know how long we were
who I'm tryna and wether people fucking with it
Maybe I should get some Xanax or get a face tat
Sink the ship call it Titanic you famous asap
Afraid
needing you the most
I just need a little space
Anytime I tell you I could see it in your face
That you ain't really with it and it's hard for me to say
But
we both on that fuck shit
(My girl interviewing me)
I don't wanna fall in love but if I do then that's okay
Take another take another take another
you believe this?)
(He did it a second time)
(Wow)But wait a second
Now I see some faces in the audience still aren't convinced
I've prepared a back up
can't play it safe, i tried to wait and contemplate, i had pace
but sometimes you wait to late
and you often miss what's in ya front ya face
get in
steps
Above the safety net
Faced the lengthy stretch
And didn't sweat the placement yet
Whether the taste the grace of the final place
Or face the hated
to get the fuck out my face
(Get the fuck out my face)
I don't fuck with 12 'cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation
(Motherfuck police)
I
eight cocks
'Bout to go someplace and drink my face off like Wade Boggs
Drop it down, fuck it up, spread 'em out, back it up
Run 'em out, throw it
i think it's love
maybe it's like
i'm interviewing my
inside trying to know
the answer to my question
i'm feeling kind of strong
when i look at your
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