The flow of consciousness. goes away with a compromise. for each endless hope destroyed. there never was another one to raise. I always looked only into me.
Planet of visions. Planet of visions. . Detroit. Germany. We're so electric. . Detroit. Germany. We're so electric. . Detroit. We're so electric. Germany.
I'm the operator. With my pocket calculator. I'm the operator. With my pocket calculator. . I am adding. And subtracting. I'm controlling. And composing.
How can you tell me how much you miss me. When the last time I saw you, you wouldn't even kiss me. That rich guy you've been seein'. Must have put you down.
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. (Just Blaze). Pump p p pump pump it up.
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. (Just Blaze). Pump p p pump pump it up.
Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?. What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!). Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!). (Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man).
Mami, dude you love dick, caress and rub dick. Love street niggas, love a thug dick. But you don't look like you gettin' enough dick. But do you fuck in public and suck dick.
Niggas pray for me,. Niggas use to pray for me, (Uh, me). Need y'all to pray for me,. Need niggas just to pray for me, (me, uh). Need y'all to pray for me,.
Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me. Pray for me, somebody just pray for me. Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me. Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me.
Mic, mic, mic. Yeah we good now. Turn the vocals down a little bit, just a little bit. I want it loud. . Here's my moment of clarity. I've been misleadin' you all, givin' you half of me.
Give me a minute to get in it. Give me a minute with one of your main bitches. Mental fitness I demonstrate. Right in front of your eyes. Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine.
Dave Young - Put That On Me Feat. Jon Doe. Dave Young - Put That On Me Feat. Jon Doe.
Ooh oh. Oh yeah oh yeah. We don't need, we don't need no stress today. Just pass the good vibes around. Pass the good vibes around. Pass the good vibes around.
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail. Tossing away your last cigarette. Picture your finger pushing the doorbell. Picture the skull and those bones on the doormat.
We have to do something with that beer. . Push, do you wanna have fun like that?. Push, then let's stack up the cash. Push, sipping on the good life. Push, push.
Fake tears in the aisles. Lies, fear and denial. Glass cages and rivals. False threats of reprisal. One more rally cause and off we go. We've got 'em primed and ready to explode.
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid. Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid. Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid. You can run, but you can't hide, 'cause I can see you boy.