: Instrumental
Instrumental
the Earth make flesh Now see from the Father, how funky can you get? Now my activity is cosmi-tivity Immortal is my soul, my God, my reality I'm not measured
it) You know just how I like beat it, you already know You know I like to go down and eat it (I love it when you go down and eat it) And you know I won
to remember Baby girl when you gonna let me beat it up Treat you like a entree girl and eat it up You wont talk wit ya legs in the air Pullin' on your
Beats] One-two All my ladies in here Put your hands up in the air All my ladies in here Put your hands up in the air All my ladies in here I said put
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
You know the one thing I notice about critics man... Is, critics never ask me how my day went well Imma tell 'em (Verse 1) Ah, yesterday my dog died
my face wrinkle Sike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdays and I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty As long as my heart beats I'ma keep tryin to
spinning round Take my hand as we go down and down and down Looking for water But I lost God in a New York minute Don't know about you but my heart's
beats Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body All you gotta do is keep my name out your
sit there waiting, wondering what I'm going to eat Until I have it, I cant breathe I only see you on the floor, your heart's not beating any more. My
listen Everyone put ya fists in the air now (air now, air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists in the air now(air now, air now) Everyone put ya fists in the air
singing) Pers'nally, dahlin', I found de pre-formnence Wit de brief-case To be un-creedably stim-u-lat-nin'! Rhonda: Eat shit, you overbearing male
you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She
eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The