I finally came to, yesterday is such a blur. I don't know how I got here and I know now I can't turn back. Stranded in the middle of nowhere. Breathe
They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass
want, and you'll have it of course Just step into the arena Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel
Mm hmm Ok, Ok Yeah Y'all thought I lost it [Verse One: Cee-Lo] In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been a
mind my own biz when you lookin like somethin I need to know about? I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass But I see you
choices made between the bad and good I've tried to figure out but The pain never goes away [repeat chorus] And there's marble markers and little white crosses Along the beaten path
Ne'er another soul had crossed my path Ne'er another soul had crossed my path I was hauling salt In my bleached and battered boat Trawling just to pass
, I will be your earth To which you can return, safely or injured. I feel only misery for myself when I Look through the eyes of someone else I can't even recognize the path
your decision That's your decision That's your decision Its like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or
house and fiance The wrong way to turn was the path that he took He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked The path that he took
, young I got a lotta passion, everytime I wake up, yeah, I'm rockin' crazy fashion When the beats stop for a second, we bring it back in Cross my path
with cocaine. [Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other characters that are involved in this tragic comedy. [Beat starts] [Two Men Speak
the dark, strayed apart from my love I've faced the demons of might, passed away into shades Long are lonely years, slowly pass these days In undying
so I keep my fingers on my .45 So don't cross my dusty path or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass Don't front ho pass the jay then hear me M.C. and
up to you Repeat Chorus Life beats 360 degrees in a cycle to the rhythm Time beats Repeating things in a circular fashion to the rhythm Hearts beat To the rhythm Love beats
s running the show No cash flow still having blast, Shaking my ass not forgetting my path My desert caddie cruising streets I don't pimp hoes I pimp sheep Pass