was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall
dreaming You'll live forever here on earth. I have read the writing on the wall, And it's clearly spelled out For those who've held out That holding on
m out of the ghetto Some could tell my story But who could tell it better Nobody slinuner Thinkin he's a winner Pullin on the wool-er Finger on the trigger
to do no intro to the mothefuckin' album, you know I'm sayin? This the motherfuckin' intro. Real thug shit. Now, shit, let me turn this down. Hold on, hold on
