this trance It might take everything It might take more this is the only thing worth giving your life for some die for this I?ve seen it first hand some die for
you understand? All the good things Need some effort and take some time Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think that I'm an
beautiful farm on the top of the hill whenever I pass by I'm thinking I will find someone like you goodbye avenue and then I'll be yearning for this too
We are firm an' confident We know for which battle we stand Dem will not deceive us again with false pretence Get outta control get outta control Stop that rain this
And I hope you can whistle this sweet melody When the road gets rough and you feel in despair My friend, This song?s for you You?re such a good man, And
in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O But see I need this beat for Anybody
spun) with no directions just tryna get some (some) tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) this is how i lost more than i had ever won and
at niggas careers But talk about it for years and now we finally here [Chorus:] I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls (and
nuts Me and my people use to beat you up Now you on top and think you to much (to much to much) [Chorus:] We got em goin down for the count Lookin down
where the heart sits whoever said we had to stop this from happening? my plans changed abruptly and you chose to flee this unstable setting. and I'll only survive in this
all of this was something special I need a drink, I need a pill No way I'll stop until you're sober She's already said that I was on drugs, Let's give some
you through this cold world And I?ll see you through Jah told you in his own words And I?ll see you through To guide you through this cold world And
sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat Get over it Get over it All this whinin' and cryin
it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and
my hair, are clear and cut, right? Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn
wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and
a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change but the pilot line and the studarist (Ah ha, Ah ha!) A guy in fur, continental