So sick of hearing this is old news im insincere? how the fuck would you know ? you dont havea fucking clue at all you gave up you dropped out whats
The whole system sucks (Janet): Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right You're sellin' out souls
a shit old dipper Zipin' out the acid Going back and forth like a... wiper Just call me another all nighter 'Cause I'm trippin' out I'm trippin' out
zoom In the darkness, the halo, the moon! Stepping ta' ya' real soon Ah! Check the blackness! Me before those enter the lightness! Masturbating! Masquerading
L.A., Watchin' old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news. It seems there was an earthquake that Left nothin' but a Panama hat And a pair of old Greek shoes
Chorus: You?re a rich girl and you?ve gone too far, Cause you know it don?t matter anyway You can rely on the old man?s money You can rely on the old
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth [MF Doom] Doom brung that bum, there goes that news
Since then I've changed my address Accessory after the fact I walked back in where I started The bar plays the sports news To drown out the old ghosts
his brother if he only knew Their love renewed They`d rendezvous In a pathway out of view They thought no one knew They came a shot out of the night [
're riding up the elevator Shirt tucked in right No space Head case Up against the street lights This is your world walking high and mighty I got news
it figured out but You're so typical, you're so predictable now You're riding up the elevator Shirt tucked in right No space, head case Up against the street lights
And you lock the house to keep your secret from coming out I wont, No. I'm sorry because you're old news And my life is holding our heads to this gun
knocked up and then get socked up You be broke and locked up But the news done hit Bitches all over on some new improved shit To y'all macks Come to find out
whole system sucks [Janet] Peak in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm wrong Then you better prove you're right You're sellin' out soulds
me Mike Piazza Once I get 'em in, my fly casa It's hot tubs, heated pools and no rules Call your old dude and tell him he old news Tell that fella you
m light-skinnded and that baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe." Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?) Had his old
