Candy girl, you sing that song so well Candy girl, you try to stand so still Wasting all our days with Gillian and Dave Candy girl, candy girl, candy
I was a child, I was on fire But I stayed alive while all else died I held my breath, what could I say? And I closed my eyes like Marvin Gaye But now
When we were young We wanted to die But the sound of a drum And the words of a child Brought different light Now no one can tell The winter was nice
All these years you've been speaking without breathing Spinning closer to the sun Had your way with an unsuspecting public Little threads are all it takes
I wanna believe Yes, I wanna believe I wanna believe Yes, I wanna believe Just keep counting the stars Like someday you'll find out Just how many there
I'm not scared of waking up I'm not afraid of getting cut 'Cause you can't take that stuff to Canada You can't take it anywhere You could la, la, la,
Once I was lost to the point of disgust I had in my sight Lack of vision, lack of light I have hard, I have fast Mercy me, never last Then in the dust
They're gonna build a ladder It's gonna take you forever You're always such a disaster But all you hear is laughter They want to keep you for more tests
: I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street
watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro! Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow Mi hammer dem a slam and spectator get low Some bwoy coulda
is needed Im 22 years old, With a beautiful daughter, By a dead beat who wouldnt give a quarter to support her My money was gettin low And my patience
know? Let's get it in, 25 and younger [Chorus - Mike Shorey & (Pharrell Williams)] I see you smiling shorty, I see it in your eyes Security let her through, trust
t fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust
: [The Game:] As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin
: As I open up my eyes. I see a face I don't recognize. If the mirror tells the truth. Then who the hell am I? I scan the surface I am low. What
see, a soulja like me [Verse 1:Tupac] Posse deep as I roll through the streets Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps Layin so low you think
