We're running out of time, still we pretend And I've got no time left to spend And then you call and we do it all again, again Again, again, again, again
stay? There I go again It may be that I find my way Not to seeing her again Tomorrow is a brighter day Why should I pretend? Lord, I won't see her again
the microphone and start making hits You fronting Mc, I hate to cap You make hit records and you still can't rap I said it before I'll say it again
from a beach chair, yeah And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin' A total change from movin' crack off the steps of the building's Rollin' wit gangs
horse I like to chill so I, drive up in my new Seville My Tribe went down in the hall of fame Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James Pound for pound,
that was brought Stars could eat The nerve of haters Diss us perging gators So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas The primitive fool again
sure Around 8 o'clock, they began playin' the grooves That me and you like to bounce to We rollin' man, on skates for sure A gang of homies in the corner
for sure Around 8 o'clock, they began playin' the grooves That me and you like to bounce to We rollin' man, on skates for sure A gang of homies in the
a horse I like to chill so I, drive up in my new Seville My Tribe went down in the hall of fame Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James Pound for pound
Blessings again to all mi DJ friend Have a mek dem know you understand Hard work and dedication You think a so it go no when a DJ work hard Bus all him
[Drake] I said tell me whats really going on Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, whats happening gon for surgery but now I'm back again I'm bout my
Trix for kicks hip to the mix Posin' for pics chewin' chew with the hick chicks Fun is a gang bang I'm doin' the wild thing Boffin' and aa bruisin' in
Single mother low income riding the bus Big momma making a fuss saying in God she trusts. My uncles 20, I'm 10 taking gulps of gin. He don't realize that we all are engulfed in sin. Gang
horse I like to chill so I, drive up in my new Seville My Tribe went down in the hall of fame Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James Pound for pound
from a beach chair I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin' when chillin' A total change from movin crack off the steps of the buildin's Rollin wit gangs
Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom One for the money, two for the count Riding in a vehicle I can't even pronouce S.O.D. Money Gang, money
When you were sixteen And you walked on the sands of glory With James and the gang You were one magnificent story You and James and the gang Pass the
