Now (I) Feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My Friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
: Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest
I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but
Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my
: Life's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead. And things I should have said to her, I shall say to you instead. Mona, Mona, so
was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke Then
: Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances Where the current is strong and the monkey
long dead and gone will your love for me go on? Will I be the one you run to in the end? And all my dogs need a friend (need a friend, need a friend
and dreamed of running away In a wind of change only a father knows In a world so hectic so cold I guess my old hometown's kinda dead and gone Miss the
dancing and wondering as you were swaying... What kind of woman you'd be, "What will be will be"- over my dead body. Ah hoo.. Ah hoo... Slip through your hand again and again. My old
watch, weed and glock Fiends to pop My fans roll with them rubberband knots I'm getting old but them rubber bands not nigga [Chorus] [T-Pain:] Catch me in my
down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree
And I wish plant life would grow all around me So I won't feel dead anymore So I won't feel dead anymore I saw a bear in the den Reading my textbooks
watch, weed and glock fiends to pop my fans roll with them rubberband knots I'm getting old but them rubber bands not nigga [Chorus] [T-Pain] Catch me in my
