're watchin' your back Like you can't relax Tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me Tell me Chorus: Why'd ya have to go and make things so complicated
You Gotta Work It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme that connects machine and a mind Until the end of time the one
I push Miracle Whips [Chorus] "... last call for alcohol, for my niggaz" [Outro] So this A&R over at Rocafella, named Hiphop picked the Truth beat for
a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The
' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme that connects machine and a mind Until the
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
All - Lead Sharon) If you're gonna write a love song I don't wanna hear one Save it for someone who likes it like that And if you are looking for the
a pair of testicles Each was labeled with the name "Jack Michaelson" I once heard a noise In the night the most sensual voice A song of love from an
side Still Wondering....Where did you go? Walk down the hall in a mental menacle Don't want to be 'round When you take yourself out And it's a complicated
, a??FUCK YOU DEBBIE!a?? Chorus x2 Now this ain't like a job for me So everybody just let me be 'cause we need a little penis envy 'cause it feels so
Edgar Morris, yeah, I stomp for reason not for feeling 'Cause one man's flaws is another man's ceiling, now when I was a child, I did things as a child
create the kinks Now some hate this, he placed a name on the faceless Implanted his genetic code its DNA laced with greatness Feelin? like a winner from a
of his name and lineage. Word came back to Dr. Abe Sacrabin, of a secret cold storage locker deep within the bowels of a used UCLA research center,
I'm so highhhhh,flying saucer racing on vacation in the sky over top the population Marijuana, maryjane, whatever you name it/ Been smoking for a couple
a couple together for five or six years A marriage license, they'd never been near But social pressure and loss of job fear Got them married and divorced in half a
a milk box slogan saying WANTED PLEASE GET THIS KID POP'D 50 Mill for reward but damm use wont get me cause use all have pisbon on me man I dont give a fuck for
like a stallion. Popped the valium, then felt the vibe. Hours later we keep conversatin'. Flirtin' back 'n forth, it was gettin' complicated. Kissed her for
