Once upon a time Thought I was the nicest guy I knew I thought I knew who I was Then again so did you And the years fly by Like a dream I couldnt grasp
I've felt dignified fortune before But the luck's not on my side today Burnt out, can't remember the score Success and reality have gone their separate
Feed me, fix me Please stop the shaking taking over me Please set me free The aching, the yearning Is all that's left of me My blood runs thin Make me
all accept in the same tired way The gentle shift of continuous change We confuse all the things that we say to ourselves To the things we say to each other
the stable gates A graveyard shift in tone Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight Or a deep philosophical stone) The air was sick with trepidation
is empty. In the north end of town, My own children are grown But I was raised on the other. In the wee hours of youth, My mother took sick And I was
again I can't shift the blame forever Some is your and some is mine Sick of searching for a solution we'll always disagree If the other half is too afraid
like you And care people didn't like you, You wanna bang, I wanna bang too Skyline,pyru You would've died, I would've died too, You went to prison, got sick
it's 1993, check it "Today's top story - President Fairlane spent the morning in conference with the nation's top scientists. He discussed the massive [?] problem no other
a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting
wished and dreamed You was more than just a fish on string Earned a crown that was fit for queens, you a fix for feens Know what I mean? Got a dude sick
I'm gettin' on without you Somebody passed and asked me about you Was in the back of the cab the other day Swear to God I saw you walking passed the other
tryna make this rap shit work 'Cause I'm getting tired of the moving packed shift work So let me rap a quick spliff first then link BOB Then I slap a quick sick
thereafter These three assassins get to ass whipping Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts, spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain'
the somber We always stand guard over the late shift The cause and effect of the light and the mist In the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
