[Chorus] X2. When I spit the room temperature change. I am what many consider to spit of a flame. When I spit the room temperature change. What niggas done did to the game, the shit is a shame.
In the corner of my mind. There's a fire that burns alive. And I see you here and now. Even though you're in the clouds. . And I know I'm living every day.
I hate to see that evening sun go down. I hate to see that evening sun go down. Cause my baby, he's gone left this town. . Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today.
And the Starz come out tonight. . Yo girl I have been peepin you for quite some time. I finally got the nerve to see if you could be mine. We could go and smoke some trees eat some dinner, drink wine.
Yeah. It's too real. How y'all feel out there? Let me know if it's real out there. Cuz it is out here; it's a game of survival. Niggas is trying to live out here.
Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson. We're bringin' this one home for the [?] (J Dilla!). Detroit City, there's nothin' like us. (What's goin' down?).
Slipping down railings. And balconies. With a sleepy ease I never knew. I navigate my way to you. . Indigent darkness. Thick as a dream. A liquid party underneath.
Menos mal que dejaste alguien cuidando,. aunque no haya nada que cuidar.. Las virtudes se me fueron con los años,. la única seguridad.. . Ya no hay más peligrosos enjaulados, ya no existe tu sideración..
Verse1. Have we gone, back on ourselves. Can we blame, it on someone else. We're right back where, we began. So start again. Start over.. . 1st Chorus.
You come in handy, so handy. You come in handy, even when I frown. You come in handy, so handy. You wait, I'm coming down. . Deprivation, innercity frustrations.
First, scattered, splash-'n-splatter from the whomb. On the planet boy. First emotions-'n-notions, to drink from that potion. Mothermilk that fills still, nature's smooth like silk.
I gotta be, selfstyled. I gotta be, selfstyled. . Call me a poser. I may be the world's biggest scam. Now maybe I'm open like a book. It's just the way you look.
This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash. but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast. nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum.
Strangers In Dark Corners. True love in the disguise. I can't help myself, no I won't hurt!. I'm doing things against my pride... But, love has come again, to what was a lonely man,.