same old faces I'm looking for the right things to say When everything is crashing down on me When all you want to do is sit tight It's what I'm looking for
] Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now what cha gonna do? when my niggas come for you (What ya gonna do) Now
yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They
are Casue I'm a superstar too And I know exactly What I must do to make you... Feel! I'm about to wake it up! Feel! See I'm about to wake it up! Feel!
trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am
no stars, uh huh....... Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin "Who do you think you are?!" When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to
I'd do anything for you I get a crazy feeling, when I look at you Don't ask me if I want you, you know I do Only you I'm the original American boy, yeah
like it When you're reachin' for stars And you grab one For what it is worth You can tell 'em We'll be having good times Damn good times I'm talkin'
what else should I do to get you out of them panties Spend time, I tried to Just count the things that I do A couple of dollars for your ass Hold that girl, I got you And I'm
canvas I'm a group of seven A migraine, take two excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second
counter up Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and (Hook) I'm not afraid to take a stand
in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, awww I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sick back and just
xi Stop asking me what the fuck for Now look you little slut, cunt, whore know you want more, bitches tell I put the Mat back into Mathers Cuz I'm a fucking
wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all
point, and fuckin stare (and just look) I remember one time I was pulled over Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over People watching, hoping that he shoots me I
I'm picture perfect. They say I'm oh so fine. They see what's on the surface. But not what's on my mind. I'm all you want. I'm all you need.
