I feel no highs, i feel no lows, no emotions thats just how it goes numb to all feeling i cant quite see if i'm still alive, is this really me?
with everything I wish I had a big and happy home a mother and a father should' it stayed in school but the streets say why bother so I'm on the corner
the answers with a line and sinker Look at me and don't forget! Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers Today I don't feel pretty, and I'm
globe with a grip Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship Tell the maid from the robes I fit A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
Today I might snow, tomorrow I'll rain 3000's always changing but you stay the same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up
to front on a three-hour rap segment I'm the one so FUCK your attitude I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I'm in a bad mood You're huffin, puffin, bluffin
for plain hard luck I never did see that movie never did read the book love come on down let my numbers come around don't know if I can hold on don't
plain, I'm a Taylor Gang Jet And my lames left I talk money so I save breath And niggas say that I'm lucky I say that I'm blessed [break] [Verse 2:] Hundreds on
I'm bluffin' with my muffin I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning Just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I
) I won't tell you that I love you Kiss or hug you Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning Just like a
I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets
but now I'm highly respected And now their ears are infected with dollar signs I've collected Jealous punks, I said it Personal Take a personal Take it personal, punk, I'm
baby, that's why i hold you down that's why i hold you down i say damn it i let this one get away she's what i'm wanting and no comparing to you girl
I'd be happy without it I doubt it I try not to really think about it I made it but I'm still playing like I'm being scouted till I'm out it Game time
now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named
back Sippin yack Startin fist fights Ohh I hit the light when I spin on your girl Turn around and do a line And I spit on your girl Haaaa That's the
I'm trapped up against the wall Watchin' y'all niggas plottin' on me Tryin' ah, catch me up in that robbery Put they mob on me and do ah job on me But I'm
