the sea We of the moon land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence I
off I can't stop it, can't get enough Every single time I look in your eyes Baby, my heart ignites like a rocket Like a rocket Like a rocket Yeah, oh
ON A SUMMER DAY IN THE MONTH OF MAY A BURLY BUM CAME HIKING, DOWN A SHADY LANE THROUGH THE SUGAR CANE; HE WAS LOKKING FOR HIS LIKING.AS HE ROAMED ALONG
home late The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat When she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone We used to be a happy pair when we first met
or talk About all of the little details Such as who had a word and who had a rock And who had you through the mails Now your love is a secret all over
-cars Town to town, we just write songs And plus we stay up like all night long 'cause we aren't vampires dressed like rock stars We build campfires
team and them I keep four nines in the tuck like Steve and them This my track, a diss like that Cause when you shoot like a freethrow you miss like Shaq
physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell, Right? It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start A half moon when we depart, a full moon
like Mao You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like I sit with a pen by the full moon light Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope I am it
way before B.I.G. and 'Pac was discussed I had my walkman in my pocket, used to hop on the bus I used to rock it, used to knock until the mixtape popped
Need a real street stalker to walk a green mile We pilin up the paper on the dining room table Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable We rockin
a fable We rockin precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back Im a million dollar mack, need a
upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty ass
way? We are the highway kings. Chasing our destinies. Cruising through a timezone as the world stands still. Harvest moon in a desert sky. Making good time as we
bone Hit the floor, it's hot for 2003 Hit's galore, who rock a style as wild as me Rest assure, when I rock dance crowds and scream Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
Come on Carey get out your cane I'll put on some silver Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you I like you, I like you, I like you Maybe I'll go