I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it I'm not over it ... I'm missing the
when I feel freea?¦when I feel good And when I feel good it's because, because I'm stoned babe (I don't believe you) Oh yes, I'm so stoned, babe (I don
built for, Never called somebody friend that I wouldn't kill for, I do this ballin cause I can, Not cause it's cool, I pop cause I'm the man, Now watch
of nails Yeah, I got to pay the toll if I fail Or else it'll be another story to tell I'm getting to the door I can tell I'm just waiting on the day till
person for weapons and drug paraphenalia It's rough on a thug that's what I'm tellin ya When I say thug, I don't mean I'm 'sposed to be locked behind
corners respect, Soldier I I'ma about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet Watch your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm
on tracks with skate kicks Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin', I'm beyond regular
I roll down the limo window and yell by the way eyes You'll see your girl buck naked giving Charlie a massage I'm serious I'm not joking no doubt You
kick the bass for ?em brothers And let ?em know what goes on Rolling Stones of the rap game, not braggin? Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin? Spell it backwards, I?ma leave it
Soldier I I'mma about to get fly, like I'm boarding a jet Watch your mouth, little homey, I demolish your rep I'm like Mohamed Atta, when I'm bombing
making small talk there was something bigger on his mind "gee, i'm glad it's raining, the gentle rhythm heals the hurt inside i'm really glad it's raining
know I'm not freakin you out And if you lovin' what I'm speakin about then sing something, I check my inbox, it aint nothing You probably busy doin something sexy I
down I smile through sumthin' fowl, and watch my money pile I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you stripped fats I hit you with it, bag it,
privileged and overally rottern I heard the Scotland calls it the screams So I plant something pretty To follow my dreams I put in the what of where did it hurt I
then I'm thinking somewhat old To talk in line to [Incomprehensible] And I'm speed dreamin', switchin' in the fast lane Speed dreamin', on in over-drive
it sometime until your lips become blind. now i've lost it, or am i losing it, or did i never have it? aspirin addicts are avid advocates of happiness
lies just to keep it all together, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it. Smiling and socialising. Endless philosophising
more tears I will display I won't need a sense of accomplishment no nothing I ever got And if I can hold it out I'm sure I can forgo the lot I'm closing
