an average [on the seed? ] And then they laid her on the table She connected with the inhaler And the needle shiftin' like crazy, She was, she was completely still. It was like a painting of a
like it's a major thang Sign a major deal, with a major payne They gave me a budget I bought a bicycle frame I rode that bitch around Walnut park Put a
mean, last night I had a dream that I was rich as hell, But the sick thing was, I was acting like a bitch as well. Isn't it funny how money can make a
I had a girl I knew, She grew, became a woman now, I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown, We used to roll the windows down and play
still dragging behind I had a friend who changed his name but couldn?t change himself Never quite figured out how to do with what life had dealt He put a needle
doin' potnah, I ain't playin' You get your head put on flat, Think it's a game, I got choppers Done fucked with jelly jaws Screwed a few bitches in my car A
through the alley with a trunk full of funk Nigga who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing
take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a
a liking to Psych Im spiking you like a football Been this way since Ive stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
' a Limo Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin' amuk, never givin' a
Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds My life used to be empty like a glock without a round Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
you must be a damn good lover By the way you look,girl,in those hip-huggers If I was a zipper I'd sneak a peek To see if you were wearing anything undermeath
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
to go to get a piece of mind cause all i see is suicide receiving me by my tec9 although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' lately i feel the needle hit
controlling balancing on platforms A space in between is an ends to the means My name on your lips, my face in your dreams extreme Not a term just limited