to grasp for air I get smothered in despair, it's never over, over Seems I'll never wake from this nightmare, I let out a silent prayer let it be over
used to be Living it up, fancy free, Then one night it came to an end; I met that girl and the trouble began. Something inside of me keeps on telling me
my people wouldn't past I wish life was TiVo and you could bring it back I wish it all was remote and how the day be said I were IP use it like it's pixel
need, I need, I need something to get me right Where is my future it used to be in front of me Misery's my company Living in what used to be Another
begins (why?) Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again [Mojo (I.T.)] Where, can we be free? (FUCK we gon' be free man?) We only
made me want to believe And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me This was not the way
I don?t know what to do But then that?s nothing new Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through Nothing left for me to do
before I don?t know what to do But then that?s nothing new Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through Nothing left for me to
You used to keep me up When I was running out of luck You used to cool me down With you smoot and gentle sound You used do make me laugh Cured the sorrows
it, gotta have it once I got it, I'ma spend it He's back from doin any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday party No room to park the
didn't want to be alone These are the days and the nights At these sweet humbling heights And I know it used to be home Well whisk me away I'll be
, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
ear to it, it's like dynamite And it's the Renaissance... Rap Uh, uh, it's the Renaissance... It is the Renaissance Uh... 'cause it's the Renaissance
own life And I know I don?t need you now Secret exhibition Cure for loneliness Life is much too short to be whiled away with tears Secret exhibition Cure
alone My baby calls me on the telephone She says, Baby take me out for a dance I tell my baby I feel so bad I can't go out and it's making me sad But
me like you never touch me)) yo if you give me the chance girl I'm gonna show you ((Show me, yeahhh)) I won't stay around the block no more I'll
and she?s far too lean. And no one?s coming to intervene. No one sure with a cure to be received. And she is ready to be relieved. Now there?s nothing