Stand up, you don't need anyone.. Stay up, you don't need anything.. Just tie your shoes, and out the front door,. Stand up, you don't need anyone.. .
You have so many opportunities I never had. Don't push so hard nothing is ever easy. And this talent that you take for granted. Its a gift from god. Don't pass tit up.
Counting heads as I enter the room. Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool. I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state. Until the consequence fades away.
Who fed our fire at such a young age. Good intentions coming off as rage. Taking sides turn another page. Hold another grudge. Who fed our fire and put us in our place.
I saw some kid that knew when to say fuck it. Someone always caught the middle of a ruckus. Move over move over Mr. Johnny cool money. Don't you be acting tough in front of Gold diggers love.
Dope Speed Pills Drugs. . Back then there was no question. The house on the corner never runs, runs out of supply. Pharmacy's in the basement. Their mother never knows where they go, go all of the time.
I'm gonna steal your girlfriend. I went to my boys house I met his sister. I knew right then I had to get with her. She had a boyfriend he wasn't worthy.
This scene seems so god damn familiar to me. I'm getting a tingle of deja vous. Obsessive attraction and all she could ask. Is how I could do this to you.
It's half past ten, no sign of cops the barrels going strong. Three more beers I'm sure'll make me feel like I belong. And everyone here reminds there's no point in going home.
Under the gun to wear my teenage aggression. Tell everyone it's the high school's newest succession. We didn't know what he was getting us into. Look out below, below.
The world is blocked out in the bedroom. Every note is a reminder. The radio won't let her down. Another failure is born. Thirty miles outside Chicago.
There was this kid who lived in Naperville. He had no money, no dollar, dollar bills. He had a pimp caddy you know you can't blame us. But we had to make the backseat, backseat famous.
Man, there's a cop behind us man. Adam, Adam, put that shit down. Put that shit. down. I'm not getting busted for this! I don't even do that. Er, Roger Peter.
I'm addicted to the city lights, I guess you're right. But something changed tonight. I made it through with spontaneity. But this monotony is killing me.
[Intro]. "Where we at?". "Ft. Lauderdale... one of the seediest towns in the country. It's gross. Sex shops galore.". "You like it?". "I feel right at home.".
Cigarettes, cigarettes and cheap champagne. Watching movies in the dark but really listening to the rain. Jealousy, two years of tainted history. Swallowed whole can dig a hole deeper then any cemetery.
I'm in the wrong fucking place, at the wrong fucking time. Don't worry motherfucker cause I'll still get mine. I know the magnitude of the right attitude.
where are all the champions. they used to come around. where are all the champions. they're nowhere to be found.
Words divide. Touched down on a southwest runway. Time collides. Shipments that never came. I drank enough. To almost feel at home right here. Breaking rules and breaking down.
Looking down from the skybox, watching the whole block. Throw 'em in the air if you hate me now. Not getting your truce, getting loose. Like the noose on my neck.