me I have to find it for myself This search remains my own All the way to the bitter end. Oh no, what the fuck is wrong with me!?
help me I have to find it for myself This search remains my own All the way to the bitter end. Oh no, what the fuck is wrong with me!?
somewhere else to be Promises to keep Someone else who loves me And trusts me fast asleep I've made up my mind There is no turning back She's been good to me
your name 'cause everything you are disgusts me (Too bad I can't turn back time) So I wouldn't be here what I'd give for you to disappear so tell me girly
, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is
looking at children Bored like a motherfukka what is you doin New Orleans my city long been run Watch yourself you coming down you turn You know what it is
And somewhere there?s a disconnection You take it the wrong way so much misdirection Baby what it is, tell me what it does This is what it is, f-ck what
a> (Fab): Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh [Verse 1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna
what it is (what it is) But it seems she got me twisted (but it seems she got me twisted) I'm so - caught up Got me feelin it - caught up I'm losin control
it ain't about who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back
knowing him but now, you know alot of these dudes jump in the game and they rap artists, and that's exactly what they is but they not what they say they
Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly? [Chorus - 50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end Losers lose, winners win This is
cinthi and decided to chase 'em Me, him and 50 racin' this rap shit is basic I followed that Jay shit Thinkin what I wanna say, step in the booth in
pointin' at me And the cops made chase before they let Cris free One cop tried to grab me and the other one missed I got away with more time and they
Pour first blast takin these bitches back to the studio turn it up back to makin' them hits I got two sons two bitches just to beef with these two bums
(Will be)... The fucking past. (the fucking past) Cynicism save me. Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door. Take me back inside
