go. Cos from the look in her eyes, I knew only one thing, I didn't ask why, It was all or nothing. I still see her: A waking dream, Shrouded in mystery
her go. Cos from the look in her eyes, I knew only one thing, I didn't ask why, It was all or nothing. I still see her: A waking dream, Shrouded in mystery
game plan Annihilation of original citizens Of this great planet Earth listen P-Dog spits the dope words born Batterram's rollin' task force swarm Pigeons squawk with the talk of a
Twenty-ten is different than it was in nine-five It's come alive time, I picked a fine time For getting open off life like a fine wine When I wake up
man Help him up and give him a hand Ain't this aristocracy grand? Sell my soul for the company plan Yes indeed, it's a wonderful day See my future, see
of that And then some, dead dead dead, one by one Never step to a real man 'Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program They impress your little friends, bring you a
when that big old boy's bought down to his knees And it sometimes seems that all my dreams Are over nine feet tall And I'm the little man With a rock
: I wake up to another day of life and wish I didnt 'cause my records predicted a future of bill clinton But I continue to do my thang to make a livin
-bagged, a broken umbrella curled, as a dying insect, on a sidewalk slate-gray in the drying rain. and later, dodging a blocked-out penthouse, the sun over a
fifteen minutes later I hear the elevator I gave her my apartment key So she eases in and lies with me Pay my way with a nine to five day She's working a
I've got a car with no place to go How 'bout a little fire scarecrow? Wake yourself up, you've been dreaming again About having new friends in a ghost town Wake
In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Things can get a little strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a
set, there ain't a nigga yet Smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette You say bogie but you used to say cigarette Nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning
nine-five It's come alive time, I picked a fine time for getting open off life like a fine wine [Chorus] [Phonte] Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my
Saturday So I have to find a new passage way I've got a car with no place to go "How 'bout a little fire scarecrow?" Wake yourself up You've been dreaming
I'm a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess 'Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I'
then some, dead dead dead, one by one never step to a real man 'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program they impress your little friends, bring you a
I must've had a sex dream (sex, dream, sex dream, sex dream) [Chorus x2: scratches] "Dreamin! " "Wake up! " "You can't awake me" "Some nights I wake