We're living in desperate times. These are desperate times my dear. There's no way out of here. There's no way out my dear. . I've been holding back all my tears.
I got a picture in black and white. I put the picture across my eyes. Im gonna hold it up. up to the light. and Ill get mine. Baby get worse. . So shut the door the neon sky.
earthly love won't satisfy my deepest need. my fragile cry. i'm tired of living for today. lift my eyes to your eternity. . the promise you gave is true.
Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends. Then somebody bends. Unexpectedly. . Just a little change. Small to say the least. Both a little scared.
(So I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and. saw the method in which knowledge is. transmitted from generation to generation). . As it had been told....
I'll break down and you can make leave. Well I will never come to you. Help me out when somethings growing. Cause anything I do, you try to do it to. .
Bye, bye, love. Bye, bye, happiness. Hello loneliness. I feel like I could cry. Bye, bye, my love, goodbye. . There goes my baby with someone new. She sure looks happy, I sure feel blue.
Breeze of the black night blows. Orange light on the white porch glows. Dried up mucus in my nose. That's how come I know. . Falling leaves hit the ground.
I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'. Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'. 'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'.
Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers: Man, i cant belive this.. Whole family bout. to get kiced out on the strets. I aint got no money, God. Man its gonna get.
Ludacris (MC Medallian) whispers: Man, i cant belive this.. Whole family bout. to get kiced out on the strets. I aint got no money, God. Man its gonna get.
You and me we're so mature. I think I know that, but I'm not sure. You and me do crazy things. And I know that you have wings. . Ooo... Ooo... Ooo....
And now I take it home, with the parietal bone. It might be crazy, but I learn that way. Temporal and frontal too. And now I'm finally through. That makes 206.
VERSE 1: Ima pop me a bottle/I'm find me a freak/these rappers 14 days boy they 2 week/me I'm tryna live the fast life/gotta get my cash right/blow my money blowing weed I don't remember last night/stuntin on um yea I'm shining the uv/rays from the sun get cancer tryna peruse me/I should be up at the top I'm feeling like the attic gotta couple diva chicks that be acting melo dramic/yea/I'm in the hood trappin/servin these crack fiends kinda like a movie director the way I'm shootin scenes/the straps on me/ step back homie before I get to shooting and leave ya head in ya lap homie/this what I gotta do just to keep it real/sell my soul and gain the world plus a couple mill/well don't belive the lies that they yelling out/ cause we in debt to Christ /it aint no bailing out/.
So, goin' down the Amazon in a red brick boat, uh.. Lookin' for some secret treasurehot with malaria. And I've got that map upside-down. Well, north, south, east, west, "X" still marks that spot.
There's a kind of music that reminds me of you. It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts. And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi.