: (featuring Hero/Slaine) [Chorus] I found out that I was too young, not grown I was not ready for a world so cold I was not prepared to make it on
: (feat. Chris Martin) [Verse One] Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper
drama should come my way And you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fake You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake You dudes is cake, I keep two
get some, you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs I bake the cake get two of them for one Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah
how we go Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget
out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two
when you stand before The candles on a cake. Oh let me be the one to hear The silent wish you make. Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world
the great writer, Exponium big spider Tighter than virgin cocks, At the mall like dispurge a lot Like these niggaz servin rocks But I'm servin rhymes, Two
got beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the
at high altitude So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [Chorus #1] Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two
project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the
: Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world, It's a new world, it's a new world Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world Yo, celebrate the new life New
: There's only two types of men Pimps and John's There's one type of bitch And that's a hoe God damn holly hooker this is my world God damn time to go
to make it past 25 but the jokes on you we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say we don't care what people say [Verse Two:] The second verse
t as modest as you like But come, get some, you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then
the cake too! Welcome to the real world, jackass! So many things to throw on the ground. Like this, and this, and that. And even this. I'm an adult! Two
the world pops And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world