think you're the one for me and you'll always be the one in all my dreams think you're the one for me and you'll always be think you're the one
put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground And then you say, "I think we're alone now There doesn't seem to be anyone around I think we're alone
' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside
the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as
to my life On and on on and on You love goes on On and on on and on At 15 had a talk with my cousin got me thinking Was there more to life than girls
uuml;hl war etwas dran eine kleine revolution im kopf die man nicht stoppen kann hier ist MAD - - - M. A. D. - - - on the gemini - - - never ever think of jerkin me
for forgery and treason We demand letters are put back in the alphabet so the likes of me can think amid the Babylonian babble we demand . . . . and . . . . .
Musik und Text: Remmler/Kralle I wake up in the morning find myself again alone and then and then I fix myself my breakfast in my kitchen on my own
what ? gorilla musik what, what ? gorilla musik what, what ? gorilla musik the typa shit the hustles gon' make a killen to it what, what ? gorilla musik
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me Look at him his eyes closed he
to the top. Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop. But? (I know you, and you know me) C.b.m.c. given to me by chuck d. That's deep as I look at
still looking loking sanctuary I'm looking at you You look at me We look for another sanctuary But everyday We look away We think this is really sanctuary We think
nothin wrong And all they talk about is sinful stuff, got everybody actin bad thinkin that they a thug (weeelll) They tryna drown me out, but nah they ain't gon count me
me This shit must got something in it, niggas switched some crack with weed Aint No Crack Up In The Windows I Can Barely Even Breathe Got me fumblin'
me, with my westside homie In a drop 65, on D's, wanna ride on me I got a forty-five, on me In a hurry to die homie, get live on me You charged with tryin
Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me) Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee) We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me) Look