to reason with my heart & now a watercolour night has drenched the birches & the black canal the voices in the mall the longing of the voices in the mall
heart to reason with my heart & now a watercolour night has drenched the birches & the black canal the voices in the mall the longing of the voices in the mall
couldn't keep me out her draws Sh-tting on ya'll, treat the game like a star Drown in the water while you hang in (?) My clothes don't hang in the mall
[female voice: I'm totally fucked up. i can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me so many drugs. but, uh...i'm gonna be here... [beck speaks
mo' cash Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this ain't multiple choice Without a college degree you only got your voice
special day, Oil of Olay Case of Criss in piss in the bidet I'm Miss rappin Jon Benet Big hunk blowin spunk in the back of the top bunk Slam dunk Daft Punk's voice
Yesterday I went shopping buddy down to the mall Looking for something pretty I could hang on my wall I knocked over a lamp before it hit the floor
Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded up in the duffle With dirtball niggas that steal cake from stores Boostin' niggas that pop tags in the mall
he's jonzin' All alone in what used to be a home But you packed up our joy in that bag you put your clothes in The voice mail that you left me was scoldin
do it It looks so simple like that there's nothin to it So, we meet in Irvington and after school I run To the Willobrook Mall, there was Solamon I had
's most devoted, I see y'all on the streets and reppin' for they common scrub, Hatchetman on windows tinted, reppin' for that family love, Up in the mall
your dumb ass anyway Bentleys and Rolls Royces The answering machine filled up with mysterious voices Your moms Ms. Jones called, I was in the mall
Voice mail, pagers, these are the things that robots carry To get they hair done, eyes made up Difference effects to their bodies Sometimes too many to
nine o'clock, coat on, I'm on again You comin' so wack you sound like the Bulworth soundtrack I'm in the mall steady shoppin' while you tryin' to call
plot On the paper you done gain until you drain But I put that on the foe I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no voice But still by that time
us So hold up! You better get your own style 'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while! And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
Yes sir, just the sound of his voice is a hit Y'all niggaz got me really confused out there I make 'Big Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those Y'all
voice] system, overload [woman's voice] all systems ready [woman's voice] enter voice authorization sample [*black elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+} [woman's voice
