Lyrics:
To the tune of “Potential Breakup Song” by cly & cJ
[Verse 1]
Endogenous, endogenous, endogenous cellular pathway
It interacts with the CD8
The CD8
[Pre-Chorus]
The T cells that regulate
Kill effector T cells with methods like CD8s
Such as the release of granzyme and perforin
Or chronic stimulation leading
think he sees things I don't understand.
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday
Finds me Saturday bound.
I
(yeah)
You ringing bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me
[Parrish Smith]
Haircut, like Anita Baker
"Murder? Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" [Repeat: x4]
Hey yo they came to my jail cell
the full court press
We got the software, hard drive, CD-ROM
We got the exploitation.com
We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
The media,
with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Where you at?
think he sees things I don't understand
It's the 33rd of August and I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound
I stumbled
dryin'
Cover tha spread sheets
Tha Dow Jones skyin'
Tha cell block live stock
Tha bodies they buyin'
Old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel (oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (don't go)
She beeped me, "Meet me
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel (oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (don't go)
She beeped me, "Meet me
finally coming down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness fell down to my knees
A thousand voices
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again
A curse on the judges,
on the cell phone
One hand on the mirror
[Chorus]
He's sittin' back at the classroom
A million miles away
He's listenin' to the rock star on a CD
Up front
the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they can't understand.
(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Eight days from
new brake pads
We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans
My CD's in 3-D, holograms
The future, y'all need to holla man
The live show's a hard
[Chorus]
It was just me in that red Astro van
A box of cd's and a pistol in my hand
A pistol in my hand, a pistol in my hand
It was just me in
your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?
Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?
Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
Look
Yeah, yeah, youngin', uh
She say, "Believe me" (yeah)
I have a hard time trustin', my baby
She say, "Don't
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell
And I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell
I got 24 minutes
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waiting just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes
Hustle, bustle and so much muscle, aww
Cells about to separate
And I find it hard to concentrate and
Temporary this cash and carry
I'm stepping
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