, I see fireflies In constellations It's only everything No, no one knows But it won't matter now In a mirrored city Memories are visionary It's just
tent Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent? When Jay said it I ain't know what it meant Now I understand, it's starting to make sense Now
game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only
that close to you you might have just knew him it's hard to put it into words you know it's hard to say what you feel it's hard to say what you feel....
consolation ou un encouragement [No, my cherished child Those three letters are not The last promise from the hand of the lover that leaves you It's
last and the last shall be first, yeah What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came with that machette, it's your turn It's not funny, but twenty
the passport's an American gun from where they massacre people and try to keep it quiet and spend the next 25 years tryin' to deny it I'm from where they
on the 24 second down two to go Now we hear the Louie tho It's two below hundred degrees I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L hat on Top down holdin' a
him, and he's like "oh shit" [Dame:] "Oh shit it's not even wack." "I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot." [Dame:] "it's actually kinda hot." Like they
all your worst fears come tumbling out into the street, into the snow I remember when you had a dream everything was what it seemed to be But now nightmares replace everything and everything
It's a new beginning, this is serious business Got my heart and soul in it It's the way that I'm living Let it be known that I'm devoted, it's always
don't need to be explained Ross I got you nigga, say no more It's all good my nigga Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga! West Side! It's on one bank
need to be explained Ross I got you nigga, say no more It?s all good my nigga Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga! West Side! It?s on one bank here
my holster. Bang [Hook: Lil Wayne talking] You've Been Hiding, Never Letting It Show Always Trying, To Keep It Under Control (I see you hiding it mama) You Got It
sober I probly be tipsy cause every thing I said I was gone do I done did it and everything I said I'm gone get I'm gone get it... bitches ol {if} ass
I wanted to be - one hundred percent pure escapism until I discovered its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It
mess it up with crack, coke, or pot, it helps my hearing, taste, touch and sight, and smell so that I can tell that everything's alright, it tells me
