back get off my case Shit missed the fan and hit me in the face My car is torn and my clothes are broke down And I'm so broke my rain checks bounce Life
But no she is a hoochie freak so Now they wonder if you will see A little ole cutie with a booty booty Darling, why the long face? why the long face?
instrumental Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy No sunshine in my life the way I deal is shady 3D Skip hip data to get the anti-matter
lights light can slow you down cos the power wears da crown light lights can be in.... and make you stop and stare life life woooh life wooooooooooh life
social degrees Oh look down your noses at me Hating my identity Oh but that don't mean a damn thing you see 'Cause down here in Hell everybody loves me Hey I know I'm anti
degrees Oh look down your noses at me Hating my identity Oh but that don't mean a damn thing you see 'Cause down here in hell everybody loves me Hey I know I'm anti
missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down
instrumental Keep the girl at a distance, moves are very hazy No sunshine in my life the way i deal is shady 3D Skip hip data to get the anti-matter
by, you know Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd
my borough givin' pounds to the dreaded At the lye spots I got credit, could run 'em down In alphabetical order it's sorta pathetic Yo, I'm livin' life
can save you Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face And grabbed the magnum pistol
scream and shout Strike that tower down You just gotta say, kick it Hey man, get out of my face I deal with my problems at my own pace With your screwed-down, anti
, oh, look down your noses at me Hate my identity Oh, oh, don't mean a damn thing you see 'Cause down here in hell everybody loves me Hey, I know I'm anti
to keep inside tear it down if I could move heaven or hell I would to summon heads rush all perception void and meaningless anti fathoms life in spite
undead, red light in the Lincoln For Cage, ripped, in half on the concrete Screamin', "That's my spirit runnin' down the street" Runnin' down the street, runnin down, running down