it's my turn to tell you You can't keep turning to me When she ain't coming home You can't keep flirting with me You've made your bed Go lie in it
anything right goodbye you liar, well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything then you think you will inspire take apart your head (
you liar its simple 'cause you don't owe up to anything, but you think you could inspire take apart your head take apart the demon that weighs heavy on your
the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain Na, na... After two days in the desert sun My skin
make a bitch pay like she weigh. Hoe, you made the bed you gotta lie in. Matter of a fact, Bitch, die-in. You see you all this gator skin on me, hoe
begin, I know you saw my battle with Jin That's why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin You weren't sayin' "Fuck Soundcheck" You was sayin
babe, I'll open up your jam, I'll open up my pretty self" and laid down on his road She said "how do you know? Maybe you are". She peeled his skin away
... CLUE! [echoes] [Method Man:] Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you! " Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man
head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget
of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made" Somebody made a bet,
need anyway.' Well you get so sick of the fightin' You lose your fear of the end But I can't lose your memory And the sweet smell of your skin And it
Royce... CLUE! *echoes* [Method Man] Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!" Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth
glad we made it here alive On a spinning ball in the middle of space I love you from your toes to your face [Chorus] You can move in I won't ask where you
our bed (I) dance the fire-dance we made up with no fear, shake your tears shake them off your skin... as I step outside your gate you?re the freezing
in S classes for you bastards Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin' You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wraped in plastic Tell