to go away? And leave you with nothing Ya, you left me with nothing Aah and a strange disease Hyper emotional sensations Sent via television stations
where the sun never shines Wait in this place were the shadows run from themselves You said no things could secure you At the station platform tickets
brain is the tool Gimme my props so we all can rule Don't show off my skills, I just sprinkle 'em And now you're sleeping on my props Wake up before you
quickly be solved 'Cause there were kids involved Friday and Saturday nights had no songs Why, because the D.J. was gone Smiles you used to dance and sing around Now
with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night when you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you, you
homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga) Discrete and your cell shook to sleep I wild out no doubt till the day I'm out Me personally what I did three kid you weak Your station
You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna die You're gonna
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel People in my city, they fightin' for their meals He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar
right by the station I aaaaam, tryna figure out why you so mad at me yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me I be with the dread with
a coffin up to Billboard with flowers in the lobby A picture of me with Gene Griffin holdin' a hand-grenade I'ma fax you a copy and let you know my job
heads shedding on my pants Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I'll pull out a [unverified] gee You changed up on me, now you gotta pee Freaks get naked
that boo boo Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson You want interviews, in
sleep I was at the police station, when you hangin' in the club Wit'cha boys gettin' drunk twenty deep it'll (Make you do wrong) If you got up with a
a nigga turnin me thin Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like? [Chorus] Can you tell me what you live like? Can you
the roof alone, outside the zone Now he's on the street again when he calls him then Billy just cannot resist Now he's an orphan sleeping with the coffins
, with a sky of vanilla, Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer, And in the winter, the city sleeps dead in the freeze, Where I'm from you
the air out The musical vibrations You are Now Listening to Let them penetrate Your whole body You are now At a space station In a white lounge On a
, you're building your house deep in the desert Are you living for nothing now? Hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes, Jane came by with a lock of your hair Said, you