It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do?). Dj still gon' kill this part (It's the world nigga). Roofeeo on the beat. Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB).
Going, going, going. Oh God, what time is it? 2AM?. Let's go!. . Two cop cars, man I'm in trouble,. Or maybe it's just one, I swear I'm seeing double.
Girl I'm cleaning up these loose ends. That you left on my mattress. I'm gettin' rid of all your makeup. And these fake eyelashes. And all the pictures that I hung up.
You were always in control. You were never out of hand. You were so damn perfect. It was hard to understand. Oh why?. . Well you always had a goal. And you always had a plan.
1, 2, 3, 4. . She was young. But she liked to act younger than she was. She was dumb. But she liked to act more dumb than she was. For such a young,dumb impetious thing.
Where did the time go?. Where did it go?. Where did the time go?. Where did it go, go, go, go?. . (Old bag o' bones,all tied up with string). . I don't know....
I wish I was a monkey. I'd sleep in the trees. I'd do my best to imitate the man. Who does his best not to imitate me. You know I'd have thumbs just like a man.
So drink to your death, to your death. We'll all be impressed. And smoke till you die, till you die. I'll be there watching. And crash your fucking car, your fucking car.
I take myself down in my own reckoning. It's beckoning me on. Still there's something wrong with me. I don't know. Could it be all the smoke?. . (All the smoke x4).
Ah one ah two, ah hah hah hah!. . The reaper inside of me. Creeping oh so quietly. A sleeper-cell in time of peace. Sitting on it's tendencies. For acting out so violently.
Poison, poison, poison oak. You will reap what you have sown. You'll reap the seed of war. You'll reap the seed of hate. You'll reap the seed of love.
There's a story that we like to tell. Down in the back room we know so well. Southside of Austin. Where these blackout monkeys woke-up often. In a dirty saloon, yes.
One for your money. Two for your show. Three I've got your heart strings. Body and soul. . Don't mind about the forethought. Cause no one really cares.
Well, I'm shaky and I'm nervous and I'm anxious as hell. Manic, seeing static, in a panic as well. I'm gonna give myself a heart attack. But the doctor says you're much too young for that.
You look so good. You look like jello. Oh me and you could get down. If it were yellow. . Yellow jello. Me and you. We would make quite a pair. People would stare.
Stars hang in the sky. But I can't close my eyes for even a blink. All those wicked thoughts are in my dreams. And it seems that I can't say I've been a good man.
Oh boy, I tell you so. Devil man coming for your soul. He's got a big shiny car with wheels that roll. You straight down to the underground. . Oh boy, I tell you so.
Long painting. The air plays along. With my chemicals. Drained again. . But I don't feel so sorry. And I don't feel so bad. I don't feel so sorry. And I don't feel so bad.
I dont want excuses. I dont want your smiles. I dont want to feel like. We're apart a thousand miles. . And I dont want your attitude. I dont want your things.
C'mon, c'mon, play the goddamn music. I know we fell apart a while ago. And no, not everyone's all right. Walking bare assed down hallway, yeah. Is hard enough at night.