Lyrics:
The world goes round
The world goes round and round
This life goes round
This life has ups and down
The world don't give a fuck
It just goes round and round
lack of shaking up.
If you're cracking up from having lack of shaking up.
If you're cracking up, why don't you pack it up?
You got to find yourself
down the block, so I know my way around
North Maine and Auburn before it was a roundabout
Love big words, I used to have to sound it out
Acting ass in
it ain't gonna 'appen again.
Bruce: I don't see where you get steamed, I mean, if the truss was gonna...
Nicko: Why I got steamed up Bruce is
goes on? (A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya
goes on? (A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya
back in a, "What's that?"
Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got
back in a, "What's that?"
Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage
Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish
Fresh out the dealer, got
'Cause I used to give you all the trust, yo' bullshit was so obvious (Hey)
Don't go walking 'round like you don't know
What goes around gotta come
sniffin' that contraband
'Cause you was penny pinchin', my account's laced
Attention, up out face
I thought we had something special
And we had
so potent
Lot of weight on my shoulders
Don't know why I hold her
Eyes up at Jehovah
Praying that it be over
Praying that it be over
Feeling back
props where the props are due
But let me start with a fool I don't give a fuck about
I wanted to give a Fuck You out
To the nigga who went out
one standing?
When the smoke drowns out the day
Who'll be the last one standing?
When it all goes up in flames
I'll be the last one standing
at a campfire watching embers turning auburn
Now I gotta deal with assholes who think they're sovereign
I'm sobering up, the alcohol in my blood disappearing
It's
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
searching for my piston cup
Traffic taxes enough to make you give it up
Taking the road less travelled will never be enough
Don't don't be sad
Don't be sad
searching for my piston cup
Traffic taxes enough to make you give it up
Taking the road less travelled will never be enough
Don't don't be sad
Don't be sad
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
thought previously aforementioned
Grandiose dreams that never end up
Magniscope scheme that you can't keep up
Now and then, I pretend
I don't know
more than anything
Don't test my devotion
My first amendment right, they violate it anytime we out smokin'
Chicago violence boostin' up but we just
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