got me out of jail, home again I promise not to leave you on your own again Cristal corks are popped, romantic thoughts are dropped It's so frantic but don't panic
)] (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My ni**az grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell
sun is beatin on my head as i'm livin my horror dream up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim a man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered
there's not so many, you won't fall. And if you do I'll pick you up. If all the world could see me for who I am, there would be no more panic. If all
up to you Depending on how you wanna get down Cause you're a big girl now [Chorus] [Verse 2] Got your name and your number in my cell phone Hear your
a pedophile with a drug habit We?re all clinically depressed, they got us all manic We keep swallowing their pills so we don?t fucking panic Run for the
I go No matter what shortie [Verse 2:] You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it I'm showed to be jail til 2027 Rather see me in the cell then
here I go (haha) No matter what shawty You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it Im sho to be in jail till 2027 Rather see me in a cell in Stead
They also said the way I entered from the center is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bust or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic Sometimes they panic
Wishing and waiting for you to come home Kaleidoscope eyes Sparkle at the world My emerald city, downtown girl In the sickness of you I'm just a white blood cell
tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more
in the crib and write my raps up in the room Trying to chase a dream Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines Fresh from a jail cell, greasier
ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title The suckers panic
on a mission Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell
'cause it is comin' You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes Just push the panic button
sun is beatin on my head as i'm livin my horror dream Up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim A man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered
closin' in Raised in Hell, waitin' for angels like Rafael Comin' from space to trace, they race Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since The sperm cell
inside yourself, that be the first head you take It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes Organic, saw panic
