everything You are amazing me Amazing you You, you've got that something And it makes it easy to Write anything and Make it about you You've got the right stuff baby And you
the South of France Talking through the evening It's good to shoot the breeze Just you and me on a balcony And cicadas singing in the trees [Chorus:]
the state Of mind you currently residin in The difference is you try to win You believe what they sayin, you on your knees like you prayin You ain't got
massive You ain't a king unless you governin your own aspect Measures is drastic, pleasure niggas is plastic Patternizing, you bitin what you writin got my analyzing You
with the sickedest motherfuckers in the perimeter (huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass
Baghdad Like a Christmas tree, It was the Christian thing to do you see They didn't mention any casualties, no distinction between the real And the proxy
See a tree grow through the sidewalk An amazing thing to see In the city, through the sidewalk Grows a country kind of tree And the leaves go green in
her goodbye through the trees A child of changing times Growing up between the wars The Fords rolled off the line And bars all closed their doors And I imagine you
Ain't no way to explain or say How painful the hangover was today In front of the toilet, hands and knees Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves
And with your silken feather And with your silken feather Open your rooms, open your rooms Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed At two lost eyebrows lisping
got two disguises, the surprise Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert The street talkers say the worst So overall you gotta watch where you play
I think I see, You seeing me Even underneath the height of things You know, who am I comparatively Against the wind beside the sea Through time and space between the trees
with the sickedest motherfuckers in the perimeter You hit 'em with a new Tree, dick be fly, in your ass Dick be fly, in your ass Yo, amazing grace how
South of France Talking through the evening It's good to shoot the breeze Just you and me on a balcony And cicadas singing in the trees Old '67, what
are you kidding? ... you're not kidding ... a mountain ... with a tree growing off of it's shoulder? aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah listen, by the way
Welcome to the next level The L I K S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh You'se a nigga, everybody diss 'cuz you can't bust this You got a
m just gettin paid workin like a slave, between school, athletics, and music it's all day. So invite ya friends to come play, gave you the invite if you
you wrong Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon [BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazing flows money surrounded I counted
