just walking away. This is the part where we have our heart to heart and I say something to make you... Change your mind! What a dramatic exit, with
slow and steady Exit to the backstage door This is my cue the heart to heart where I say something to change your mind, change your mind Oh what a dramatic exit with
then just walking away. This is the part where we have our heart to heart and I say something to make you... Change your mind! What a dramatic exit, with
with an old soul See I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) So much shit, diapers love to play with matches And drink
boo you stood with me in '73 saturday night playing the music at my fathers party 6 records on the changer often with dan settee still your gram 6 years
the back of the hatch make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast Like... Ha ha That's bullet holes in your
All with no high I do It so fly Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow tie I love my city really hope that God bless it Have my mind moving faster than
the soundtrack Let's Go [Verse 1: Nelly + (P. Diddy)] come here girl What your name is? Where you from? Turn around who you came with? Is that your ass or your
with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with matches and drink
by me acing your tests All the girls that you run dry with tired, lifeless eyes cause you burned them out But I took your matches before fire could
, I got more motherfucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga Nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your
got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking
to sleep on my silk because you come with, that A-1 shit The kind I wouldn't mind havin a 20-year run with I'm done with these games, played by these
covered with tates and good wheats, And back to back, he spit fire u'mon slires, Flames upon lames. The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change,
with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport [*BZZZZZZT*] with
nigga, I got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your
muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking
the whole way home Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with? Your dark twisted games when I loved
