word love Because I've had enough You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch Renaming
You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch You are Yeah you are falling out of touch You are Yeah you have fallen out of touch
her shes nothing like v But success is all I got unfortunately But I'm burning down the block I been in and out of v But something tells me that there
ve hit the earth a hundred times And still I haven?t found the right To live with myself and do it without fright We live the moment out all day We touch
See when you live in the ghetto you dream too much And when you make it out the ghetto you stay in touch Never forget where you come from thats rule number
is all I'm getting There's Simon Cowell Who folks wanna disembowel He opens his mouth Always says something foul They're dyin', wow Wannabes are crying now He votes them out
with some fire I mean unless you want a wife cold as ice Living life with the biggest debutante Me and you we considered the upper echelon The only one I come out
only, right before the day begin I could drop you off at home, or you coming with me The early morning sun, is something to see Especially aboard a Carnival Cruise ship, you with
deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don't be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something
, right now Ay, I'm landin' out to the sky to my space ship She sayin' my slab lookin' better than her face lift, damn She love the candy swanking with the bumper kit She touched
nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out
Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac If God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny 'cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym Long
1 (mac) : Girl look, Fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit Strictly, now you with
fall In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City. Debutante whores in rich men's castles. * The ruling elite with their puppet figurehead
me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym Long as
this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out
desk with a subtle light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy with
