it?s time to let go Though my willpower?s weak, man, there?s one thing that I know That greater is He that?s in me than He who?s in this world And it
want man Fuck the got damn shit You gotta get it in Let's get it [Verse 1:] Bow our heads let us pray Thanks to the day Bills paid crib laid thanks to
using the people's voice "We don't want to talk about it" The press scribble, scribble every half-truth spoke Then shoot it round the country like an April fools
, car slidin That's cool 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin I'm chillin, wood spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool 'cause
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do this shit Ha, ha, I thought I thaw a puddy tat Youse a punk-ass nigga Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin'
is imminent! Drunken time bombs set to detonate When happy hour's over they're off to celebrate Their vision's but a blur, they barely see the road Been
girl's rude, I know she's rude but she's screwed Right through you, you'll be on your knees soon Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred I know
my window Blurring my vision of another day Can't get a thing going right It don't count or matter anyway When I lost you, I was acting like a fool
1 the wind changed, the first day that you came through cut the corn, washed it clean now everything that's ever gone before, is just a blur it's all
and you told them what to say cuz i asked you for an alibi? what chu think i'm stupid fool? i'm not the one that's on your mind!! now look at me, what
my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline I play doctors here's
when the Chronic gets sparked I'm like ??, rough and rugged, cause I'm like baldhead(??) Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What's said is what's said, it's
? What's it gonna take, one mistake and they nail ya Mama can't wait 'til she can label me a failure 50 in the hole and it's blurring out my vision Sometimes
?s Voice We don?t want to talk about it? The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
it?s time to let go Though my willpower?s weak, man, there?s one thing that I know That greater is he that?s in me than he who?s in this world and it
Driving' the pain right through to my heart Oh that I should be ever so lonely Ridin' the pain like a fool in the dark We shall blur the lines of definition
say i'm acting like a beggar i call it killing the fool you carry more baggage than a momma's boy on your first day of school let go the light of the