things she ask with the pocketful in my hand I'll take my heart back to the farm with mem'ries quite a few Where the angry buzz and the sting of the
be down So you - wanna be me, you bitch, you phony You clone me, you wanna be son, I'm the one and only But you - wanna be me, you suckers, you weak You
of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day *****z hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me
Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me
shores of human rivers The tide just keeps on sweeping me along Living in the real world Left so weak 'cause the love she handled every day Time slowly
why She could see that he was flattered by the twinkle in his eye She said, "How much do you need me? How much do you need me? Would you stay with me
your strong I didn't see her I only felt me And one day I'll learn just which part of me bleeds Now that she's gone I know she was great But I fucked
one day She said, "I can't love a music man" So I dropped my dream and sold my amp And I'll be damned if she didn't leave me anyway So I stared a band
save her. I know she will die But please, if I could only tell her goodbye All I want is just one more day that morning in May... I've fought reptilian
's two in one year that I let leave here Loving me without sheding one single tear Either I'm one of the strongest people left Or y'all just tow me for
call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it In my hab-i-tat Where my vocals stinging even linger In the back of your neck Where you
save da day I say good after noon Fix my face, Den ask mum to fix me a plate Be polite, If she's in good mood, Den I know I'll get some of dat good food
She caters to the melancholy every single day And babbles like a drunk old man unloading all his pain I'll lock myself in Ketchum's stare I'll make
hoe She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" Yeast infection, queen, she love dick Shivlered up tits, she'll
one day, She said "I can't love a music man", So I dropped my dream and sold my amp, But I'll be damned if she didn't leave me anyway. Chorus 2: So I
me, then just give me my own hell back so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me home (to a life in which I understand) so take me
of this weak little man - the one singing - out his jangling, ringing and hopefully stinging attack upon you. Yeah, so here I go, just exploding the hope we'll be speaking some day
