Lyrics:
living in a house with a fuckin' elevator
"Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it
They get so mad when I call them both faggots"
All
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
heart
Does it lie
Makes no difference
Same indifference
Self deny
What's the deal
What's to buy
Will the price keep you out
Run you dry
Can you steal
Do
you've seen yourself before
What difference does it make if I take your photograph?
What difference does it make if someone else sees it too?
All your
wicked (ooh) had to kick it
I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my
to remember
(x2)
Now lady when he tells you
That he loves you & won't give you up
Takes your car & it's your money that be filling it up
Look at what
replacing the subtle familiar
Memory of what it's like to know you're in the other room
To hear you singing on the stairs
A movement, a pine cone, your
have a song
Where mother nature paints a picture that cannot be a fake
Life or death, what difference does it make?
Once we get black, pigments are all
Change
Change
Change
Change
What a lot a difference
Just a word can make
Creates wars, but ends wars
Make no mistake
The only mistake made by change
What do my palms have to offer
Pseudoscience makes no difference in my life with real decisions
Pseudoscience makes no difference in my life with
on our backside
That would be *amazing*, still
I know you wonder would make you any less real?
What's the corresponding standing in (?), offering
If you
what a difference does it make
Like a child now here I am say'n: Hello, Mr. God!
Do you know my name
Do you know my name
Oh don't you
wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
where your lady at
9 months later got a baby, that's
Not quite what you expected, but you
Refuse to neglect it, cause you
Know your wifey loves you, does
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
always yellin' "Turn it down"
Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean
Insanity is
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Does it ever feel like
No one is with you
No one sees it your way
Everyone's against you
But it's your life
Gotta keep the faith
Hold
seeming lit
Stop it only we legit
You dunno your reasoning
Here comes an experience
You don't know what the hell you want
I can't answer for you either
We
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
late to my first class
I'd much rather sit up in first class
Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash
Was it experience so nah I didn't
to tell ya that its no good
To let your heart
Control all the moves you make
Cause theres a difference between right and wrong
Being loved and strung
It ain't always the target that your bullet scars its the innocent passes by.
Its always the good that truly die.
Now whatchu gonna do?
When you
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
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