(so fuck it) We are dead flowers And pocket change - me Forcing smiles - so tragic baby We are the depressed Future heartbreakers And this is how we
make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (c'mon) [Nas] I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya --
to read up some more Everyday technology speeds up some more As is above, so is below Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold We are the souls, yes we
fucked up when assholes are who we toasting to You remind me of somebody that I used to know Me and that other you, weren?t introduced before And I don?t like that bitch We
t feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it
century has closed Remember me as you are reborn Save us from all the evil that we do Tonight we're ghosts I've fallen down but never give up Create
up in the Nova, uh Now I'm doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollering catch me if you can Could not lose him its still a pursuit, chasing till we hit
When I come to wreck, ripping through your flesh techs My killers you'll never see, invisible invisible are we Unseen like ghosts, strike like infrared beams make toast We
jail, home again I promise not to leave you on your own again Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped It's so frantic but don't panic cause we
we make this work boo? I know you been feeling pain, things are not the same Waiting to exhale while I'm sitting in the country jail Keep your head up, cause things are
Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to
hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps we had some problems but we workin at it, and now the arguments are gettin
feel me? I say one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get
[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
bitches who be yellin At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze
buy diamonds we need to straighten this out get to the bottom of it all lets go before we start the war begin with two reasons why we need to talk and
promise that we won't be. Giving up the ghost Giving up the ghost Never you and I Giving up the ghost. Giving up the ghost We can never stop Giving up the ghost
gone you picked me up for a long drive We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula We
