think about you The government tells us dirty lies, The media covers up our eyes So we never see the whole truth It kinda reminds me... reminds me of you! And
Sometimes i feel like i'm the only one not growing up The only one that's still having fun Remember when you and i Skateboarded through the night Underneath
world, f***in bombs and beating hearts. and it just feels so right. how could it ever be wrong? and she and i we share a kiss as we light our fire bombs. and
7th of may, after a long stint of drinking and faring the waves. we're pirate's we three and out home is the sea, what good is life without liberty? the beating of hearts and
? Am i going to break free? or will i become my dad? I've recognized the situations and looked at what's inside I'm working on a better me and taking
we were friends such a long time ago? When we would skateboard and dumpsterdive in the sun rain and snow? When we would meet up down by the river and
lets start today quit your job and learn to play Sail away and never look back You and me fuck society what good is life without liberty I'm serious like a heart attack a heart
Heart when we went looking behind the mini mart. we traveled far and it hurt our feet. we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat. we
, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up
But you gotta search within you, try and find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation not to give up And not
wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy
where pumpers can preach caine In numbers and train like somethin you teach Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain With guns with range that'll aim and
might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of hard Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's
up... and I don't know where I am.. I wake up... and I.. [Verse Two: Royce] The true and living son of the son, thorough Tongue swore of war, speak and
preach caine In numbers and train like somethin you teach Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain With guns with range that'll aim and dump at
eyes, butter pecan thighs And your hairy but... Yeah. And Iran, Iran so far away Come home, and in my arms you'll stay Used to at the stars and dream
and braggin' What's all the commotion and naggin' about ?Cause I'm still the champ in the south ?Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin' them out Where they fired and
try to dis and look at this like it's stolen don't trip moneygrip, pink slip and we rollin' [Chorus] rollin' rollin' rollin' on the track and we rollin' rollin' rollin' and
