song That pulls you along, yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts breaking your stride Too many Jekylls, feeling like a
your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave without a trace You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the
Hey there, go stand in line Read the Times, check your dimes Ensign, what a wind, keep on trying Anywhere, sublime paradigm, oh, whoa, oh, whoa When
I know the ones you share And you deceive the ones you dare And the drift and the gift they give to you And it turns to another day And the mess, all this
hang it on the wall No matter what you think I'm always on the brink But you can throw a twist and I can move like this They give you lot of slack then
down over twice You could treat me mean or treat me nice But soon the time will come I know what I put you through The time will run Away from us like
, you guessed it They keep you in follow mode They keep you in follow mode Take the streets you never rode They keep you They keep on knocking Oh, like
watching out for things that bite I was tripping on my own two feet I was feeling like I got no sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained And I was looking like
Shadows falling on my day And time is standing still You see things in a different way The way that no one will They're gonna take the very thing That
song That pulls you along yeah It's just a sad song And it won't take long Too many thoughts Breaking your stride Too many jekylls Feeling like a mr.
rappers shouldn't act nahh suckers We see Samuel L.Jackson like what's up mother fucker [Chorus:] I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa About the money and the cars
like the future depends on it But save the animals in the zoo Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money This is how the media pillages On the TV the picture
painting your trash gold while you sleep Crashing not like hips or cars*, No, more like p-p-p-parties This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This
lyricist Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+ Like Pharrell, we stand on bars Girls on us like a fan on stars 500 Grand on cars, you'll
$$ next door wit them bootlegs man aint nobody wat that around here" [Bootleger] "Man this real man You tripin" [Fabolous] Uh-huh, yeah [P.Diddy] This
these tag alongs Brag on songs But can't keep it up like a Baget thong Keep frontin' like you spend While ya pockets get lighter and lighter like Michael
huh?) get cha mind right, ride with me (now what you want huh?) take this for me, fabolous come on Fabolous: yo this newcomers known, to move with
of my jeans Niggas start nonsense again He thinkin' its sweet get shots like you on Insulin When I pull off the dealers lots no mileage is on it This bad boy move
