spaces and face this lonely happy me I take my time - all my time and I close my eyes 'Cause in my mind I'll work it out. I'm in a better place Don't take this and
this and turn it around I've had enough Don't speak, don't make a sound. I can't get my mind to stop trading spaces and faces slowly happy me I take my time - all my time and
spaces And faces slowly happy me I'll take my time, I'll take my time And I close my eyes It's alright to find this out I'm in a better place When you take this and
the World} I know Mars {It's plain 2 see} could not be 2 far behind (Know Mars could not be 2 far behind) (It's plain 2 see, U're the reason that God
next millenium, kids starving when they breath, You can see they kidneys and lungs, they left blind, skinny and dum, Sights far from a pretty one, praying to god
many niggas in jail and the welfare lines And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and
addiction of you, now Bottles and pints, and shots and cans Couches and floors and drunk best friends Models and whores and tattooed hands Cities and secrets and cats and
my head, all my worries go away Chorus - I told my psyche not to get lost in complexities Enjoy the simple 1's and 2's of life and liberty And finally
heaven raise ya and U're mine I gotta break 4 now, but I'll be back so U be good and keep it warm 4 me 'cause U're the reason that God made a girl The
up (hey waitress) [Chorus] [Slug] Bottles and pints, and shots and cans Couches and floors, and drunk best friends Models and whores, and tattooed hands Cities and secrets and cats and
page like Robert Plant and plant my feet on better days Emcees who slept for days, you know they must be swept away Far and away, few and far between what's dope and
Long Island, New York and landed near Paris, France. The flight took thirty three and a half hours. Of course, he had to be awake the entire time, and
button up above, then I zoom off again Green light gotta go, away from the common Away from the simple, and relate Dennis Rodman And trust it, I got dreams like Warren Buffett Christy and
next millenium, kids starving when they breath, you can see they kidneys and lungs, they left blind, skinny and dum, sights far from a pretty one, praying to god
the story for the shorties and record it till you die [The Holy Ghostman:] The planet ran to Mars, rest of y'all granted the hand of God I can't stand
