sound and vision And I will sing and [inaudible] Waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into my solitude, over my head Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound
it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and
[Verse 1] We can go blow for blow until we're old and gray You're flow's openly gay hope and pray That your next LP'll be ghost wrote by Shay That's the
light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision
headed to the bar, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King They having a kissing fight and I'm Don King Everybody
Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes immaturing, double shot of bacardi party Vision
we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones
and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess
in love is what I am Love was never born to say, goodbye Love was never born to say, goodbye Just another helpless, fool in love is what I What's happenin
it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist Rapid fire I clap and
, the sound of my breath Silence is the key I'm looking to become the absentee Silence is the key I had a vision of reconstruction And now I feel my
and its legal and I'm gone, gone, go smile, give me a toast put your glass in the air and shh?, I'm out of here I know you love the way that I be breakin
a couple wax candles then black out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin' Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision
aid and assist you to get out Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck And I don't regret what I spit out and bust I'm sick and tired of you us,
of luck And I don't regret what I spit out and bust I'm sick and tired of you, us I'm tired of sittin', cryin' and being alone Nigga if you want to roam
over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and leave the weak behind Back stabs and
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
' to the sounds of one, thug (How do we keep the music playing?) One thug, one thug You're listenin' to the sounds of (How do we get ahead?) I wake up
