Crawl on my tongue. Breathe your life in my lungs. Dig in my ear. That's your voice that you hear. . Pick through my mind. You could use a surprise. Unlike the sun that sets.
Can we try to rewire?. Get a screw, I got the pliers. Hold her down, I'll move with ease. Take away her feel, nothing to see. . Rub it till she feels fire.
Haunting you, summon me. A star will shoot tonight. I call the shots, I lay the laws. I'm everything you need. . More than a fan, a prophecy man. 'Cuz I could save your life.
Lost in a dream. I don't know which way to go.. If you're all that you seem,. Then baby, I'm movin' way too slow.. . I've been a fool before. Wouldn't like to get my love.
I wake up everyday.. Everything just stays the same.. We're stuck in this routine, and we're bursting at the seams.. Will it ever be more than maybe just ok?.
Switch on - switch off. Switch on - switch off. Some days I feel like throwing up. In spite of what you say. I never let the lies get to me. I throw them away.
You will never recognize me. And will not hear my genuine voice. And now for you only one is a truth. The only thing that you can see yourself. . You will see only my shadow.
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco. Go Charlie, Charlie go. Charlie. Go Busta, Busta. Go Busta. You know we got style. . Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco. Go Charlie, Charlie go.
Verse 1: Crackerjacks. I got the adibles. de-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat. what to the manilla on your paper. it's the rattle with the crackerjack caper.
Remember the days when I was walking and talking. Doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do. Off into my walked dawn missions, why?. 'Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by.
[Chorus:]. Just, just, just.... Just ridin', ridin'.... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus. Just ridin', ridin'.... I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man.
[Intro-Layzie Bone]. Yo we vibin'. What?!. This is.....(Im' a str8 rida). another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida). (Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs (Im' a str8 rida).
[L-Burna]. Roll up that hyrdo. And just smoke on. Smoke on. I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay). Lah Lah Lah Lay. uh huh. And just smoke on.
Say there Lady I think I wanna call you up. I think I wanna see wasup. Hey baby, I don't wanna to say too much. Layin off in the cut and the nigga wanna fuck.
I gotta headache, awful hangover. Can't remember when the party's over. Hey girl come a lil closer. I got only 5 dollars. Shoes with a different colors.
Out the door just in time. Head down the 405. Gotta meet the new boss by 8 a.m.. . The phone rings in the car. The wife is workin' hard. She's running late tonight again.
Yo, we vibin', what?. This is another self-entertainment production. (I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida, I'm a str8 rida). Bone thugs, yeah. (I'm a str8 rida).
In her bare feet, white cotton dress. A ribbon holding back her curls. In a sweet gentle voice, she sings a lullaby. To two sleepy little girls. In the nightlight glow as her babies drift off.
Composers, namers: Jon Michaels, Kim Tribble , Jimbeau Hinson. ASCAP. . Barely old enough, to call it love,. Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water,.
What would you say if I told you I was sorry. And that I've come to realize. Life means nothing without you. Would you take my hand. Would you forgive this man.