just handin' chips to me nigga no poker I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier My cup runneth over, The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On
SAM SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AND THE TELEVISION IS ON. CARLY WAKES UP. CARLY: (SLEEPY) SAM? HEY, SAM? WAKE UP! CARLY PUTS HER FOOT ON SAM?S FACE AND SHE
clouds Cuz it's only a matter of time before you hit the ground But until you fall you're gonna have to live this out I wouldn't focus on the negative
will be beneath me It isn't easy living up to everyone you see But being human we're so stupid, won't let it be The pressure rises as we struggle here on
disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
on My man Nak, you got-got-got to push on, The Sp's, you got-got-got to push on, (on, an, on, and on, an on) (on, an on)
fouton She not white, uh uh, she cuban Karats on my fingers Fuckin' R&B Singers 1998 Lexus, Dick slangers Nuts Hangers, from South Americon Don Peringion Me a peasant, move on
white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
, please everyone on their knees keep watching the clock keep keep watching the clock, keep watching the clock son your time will come soon you grew (crouch to catch the falling
That has you back at the start You might escape defeat In a world out to get you But the finger on the trigger is yours If I come of one Will you understand
ve been given another chance to live, fuck dyin I'm fallin, ahhhhhhhhh, death on impact about to crash Fuck fuck dyin, fuck dyin, fuck fuck dyin, fuck dyin I'm fallin, ahhhhhhhhh, death on
behind your back On our little train (x2) The sixth car leaks a strange brown ooze On to the hoboes who ride below It caused their hair to fall out And their fingers
open grave barefoot beggar knotted finger turning pages in a book descending no noise the great trees fall calmly through the window see backward elevation
out on the floor The captains of industry just Lie there where they fall In eau-de-nil and pale carnation creation A satin sash and velvet elevation
Can't wait to peep my profile on paper, mate The innovator with greater data, deeper than a crater Of course, Polo's the boss of the crossfader The rage is on
based on surface. I got into her mental on purpose, And with alertness as I flirt with her emotion. Walls, we built up out of nervousness was broken. I reminisce on
based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion Walls we built up out of nervousness was broken I reminisce on