So long to this cold, cold part of the world. So long to this bone-bleached part of the world. So long to this salt-soaked part of the world. I stepped down as president of Antarctica.
Out of breath and out of cash, find yourself watching M.A.S.H., every night. On the couch. Woman says let's take a drive down south, roll down the. Windows and open our mouths taste where we are and play the music loud. Stop.
These walls are paper thin and everyone hears every little sound. Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me watch them watch me right now. They're shaking hands, they're shaking in their shoes, oh Lord don't shake me down.
I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old. And oh my God I feel so damn old. I don't really feel anything. On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below.
So, turn off the light 'cause it's light of the sun. You're hopelessly hopeful. I hope so, for you. . Freeze your blood and then stab it into in two. Stab your blood into me and blend.
Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space. I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place. I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8. I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late.
Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
I've got it all most. I've got it all almost all figured out. But always when I get there. Always when I get there all the pieces they just fall apart.
Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
Walk to your house on my lunch break. Here it comes. Come inside and pour a drink. You'll probably tell me everything you think. . Here it comes. The place and the time that we knew.
You came to me from out of nowhere. You took my heart and found it free. Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere. Made every hour sweet as a flower for me.
Yeah, what y'all niggas want?. Street shit. Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule. Ya heard nigga. [Incomprehensible]. . Nigga's live with it, money, drugs and murda for life.
Oh, why? I just wanted to lay down and die. You don't know the pain that I feel inside. Could this be a dream or is it real tonight?. Tell me why, oh why?.
Before we get into this Killa Season. Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal. . Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker. Gat to your back, get down motherfucker.