only bellin' with some three time felons Rollin' till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall
and tell 'em P. Crack not cool He on that shit that'll make a dead man move Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose I'm on my twist you on my list
eyes, girl, it feels like I'm home I need this night, yes it's late, but the morning will come As you fall fast asleep with your head on my chest I watch
run or crawl And you couldn't stand up straight Or eat dinner off your plate Without bones we'd all fall down Just like puddles on the ground Just like
open grave barefoot beggar knotted finger turning pages in a book descending no noise the great trees fall calmly through the window see backward elevation
, now that I'm a grown man The mail I got stashed away, people will never know Mr. Flamboyant I came in here on business I, I, I came in here on business
this crazy world" Still I'm falling in love with the right now poster girl Right now, right now Poster girl, poster girl, yeah Come on, come on, yeah
just handin' chips to me nigga no poker I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier My cup runneth over, The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On
SAM SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AND THE TELEVISION IS ON. CARLY WAKES UP. CARLY: (SLEEPY) SAM? HEY, SAM? WAKE UP! CARLY PUTS HER FOOT ON SAM?S FACE AND SHE
clouds Cuz it's only a matter of time before you hit the ground But until you fall you're gonna have to live this out I wouldn't focus on the negative
will be beneath me It isn't easy living up to everyone you see But being human we're so stupid, won't let it be The pressure rises as we struggle here on
disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
on My man Nak, you got-got-got to push on, The Sp's, you got-got-got to push on, (on, an, on, and on, an on) (on, an on)
fouton She not white, uh uh, she cuban Karats on my fingers Fuckin' R&B Singers 1998 Lexus, Dick slangers Nuts Hangers, from South Americon Don Peringion Me a peasant, move on
white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on
, please everyone on their knees keep watching the clock keep keep watching the clock, keep watching the clock son your time will come soon you grew (crouch to catch the falling
That has you back at the start You might escape defeat In a world out to get you But the finger on the trigger is yours If I come of one Will you understand