fall out this is where it breaks down, again and again, you are where it begins and this is where it ends. This is where we fall out This is where it
There's a one way ticket out of here, with my name written on it, my name written on it and you'll be lucky to catch a glimpse of me leaving, I can't
dont regret it, this pacific synthetic Hollywood caught you west coast dreaming now C.A. is calling out your Hollywood caught you west coast dreaming now C.A. is calling
A day rushes by, in a matter of minutes wasted on only the most simple things. We can't seem to get it right, no we can't seem to get it right. Yeah
life. So leave the candle lit, let it burn out on it's own, much like i did on that long drive home a mild winter night the date, Go, Twelve eleven oh
but you wear it so well, convince me that you are someone else , Save it for a sucker (sucker) this is the call out yeah this is the call out convince
call it tight If it's blind give it sight If it's Dark make it Light Some call it Music Deepspace calls it Life [Verse 3] Workin' it out (out), placin
in the rain. It's getting late. We don't have much time. It's time to make a move. But these hands they wander...let's make this scene a crime. Now one
t try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Some me call me Abel, Some men call me Cain, Some men call me sinner, Lord Some men call
me down One night stand one night into town One call to make sure you're home that's how I get down Like Keisha [?] flow so I am gonna take it easy and
a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it
every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine
been a challenge to the truth But there's defense for this Since Paul's first letter there's been need for another one Cause the other one was compromised by a
'all! Break it down now! [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] All alone on a Saturday night Smokin' on a blunt, feelin' all right (What?) My homie Mr. Mixx called
seditty Got a funky disposition and you think you're witty You're not used to people saying things like this It's called criticism, and not a diss I only
Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet We danced, to a funky tune And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room I said, "What's up? Are you
can get to sleep with herrr It's a man's world, staying strapped Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem
, got a happy home) [2Pac] Hey, haha, turn this house into a happy home Long as one of us got it, some of us got it Turn this house into a happy home
