You've seen him In the undirected light of street dreams Doing nothing, standing, like to seem casual With a resemblance to people held by fear Lit by
ve aged three years, cried a couple of tears I told the cop i coul'nt remember When i saw you Where you were Who you were with I only wish that you
Treat me casual, watch me as you'll see I'm not too sure I understand the tactful planning That I must endure But you call me immature because I'm too
you put me through So soon, so sad I guess it was just a laugh I know I crowded you Made you so uncomfortable I wish I had control And started out more casual
Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin' who 'casion'ly plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish
just drops Meet the invisible boyfriend But the man of her dreams Has returned to her dreams But she's by herself or so it would seem To a casual observer
moved me close to tears You speak those favourite fables Which I am yet to live And Casually confirm my fears That I've got nothing to give I wish I
now were left with the whatifs Its been five years since she left for LA Shes an angel with a dirty face And it seems to me Shes a casuality of all the
too late to take precautions my whole worlds already fallen apart, broke as easy as porcelain And all because I didn't wear a hat when I fucked a yat, now I wish
me; this is your life story You didn?t even know it you?re trying not to blow it Because you?re kicking back a death wish and here I am just riding out
who you are - you?re quiet - but all that I want - all that I need - is a little bit of honesty when it comes to the matter of your - inner wishes and
niggas life in misery Uh uhn But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed Wish that I could die in
corn flake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxing a while ...livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish
(Joan Baez) Happy birthday, Leonid Brezhnev What a lovely seventy-fifth We watched the party on TV You seemed to be taking things casually What a mighty
tease me Come on and squeeze me I like it when you tease me Like the way you shake your thang Like the way you move Love the way you so casually slide
they speak of jobs and positions who's seeing who, who's settled down they casually mention your name the power in the a word's insane how it triggers
got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish