I'm not the man I used to be anymore Please believe me I've been running around from town to town Just to settle my score How many times can you lose
score Well I see you drive your car past my house You're so far from admitting I've emerged From under your deep weather You may never hear the future
that's the way it seems to be Still I've been fightin' all week though I don't know what for Hopin' someone else, someone you used to score Could you
if you will work it out Soon you reach your front of calm Walked round by rehearsing psalms Then you smiled with the funky frown What do you know, the
better make you respect me You people are gonna respect me if it kills you You people are gonna respect me if it kills you Respect me I know what you
never met you And once I give her something to remember, she'll forget you Within a week of him, delete you from BBM You used to know you were special
't you remember when you were young And you wanted to set the world on fire? Somewhere deep down I know you do And don't you remember when we were young
in the name of love I know you too well Your weapons and your hell They've all been used before There's nothing new to damage or score You know me I
swag (swag up) (go home) [x2] I know this beat is smooth But still I don't see you [x2] You've been mean muggin' me all night It looks like you and
't know" "No fool, that noise you was makin' there" "What this?" Yeah "That was def man, where'd you learn to do that?" "Man, I don't know, I guess I
you make me come? Can you make me come? Can you make me come? Can you make me come? Can you make me come? Can you make me come? Can you make me come?
t you? QUEENIE BURRS I do I think we're due for a party, I do. I do Don't you? My God, Don't you? You're right. Party, party, party, party Party, party
the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin' You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it You
to pluck heart strings for theme music I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss we don't really know who the culprit
heart strings for theme music I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss we don't really know who the culprit is
used to count on you Everything you do to me I've done to you before There's beauty in the symmetry Of evening the score I know it's hard to know the
home in the car Well, we got not gas so we couldn't have got far... What the heck time is it now? (Jian) Oh, my weary and aching head (Murray) You know
a tip from one who knows You will know more when you're older they say it's so But come again question it when you see it doesn't fit And you never get