through life with a social disease gone sour. could make you feel like you're fuling a world with now power. over yourself. i'll write myself this letter
: Well I wake up this morning I rolled out of bed I felt like a dog who's been kicked in the head Checked out my mail there was letter that read Love
: There's a middle-aged woman, she is dragging her feet, she carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the
aliens prefer earth So I'm here to rule the planet, startin wit your turf I hid a secret message inside of a wordsearch Wit smeard letters, runnin together
My mind's just not awake Today's the day I break away from this life of monotony And I arrive and kick my way to class, sit down Head down on the fake
Big Ill with the Al (This is for the homies) [VERSE 1: Al Skratch] I got a letter from my homie Big Ill in the mail It said: Use your head, Al, stay
Knocks you down) I never thought I'd, hear myself say, ooh, ya'll gon' head I think I'm gonna kick it wit my girl today, kick it wit my girl today I
you down) Ne-Yo I never thought I'd hear myself say Ya'll gon hate I think I'm gonna kick it with my girl today (kick it with my girl today) I used to
Air Force Ones Make it loud, ain't no tellin what big Ball gon' come with Bought a pair of kicks, every player gotta go and get Fresh pair of tight whites
hung over thirty You with it move with it, now shut up I'm cool with it Doc-tor, Jurassic IV rap-tor Wrap your head in a gorge in trenches where rats
the clip and i'mma grip shit tight fight the hype, stereotype, get the lead out put your head out! punk put your head out pro choice punk put your head
really wish that I can grill her Light on my head said that said put her in the trunk man you can steal her I put the hater bitch in a head lock She flippin
revolution was in the air I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head
69 revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head
and kick me when I'm down But I'm not leaving it like this You try to let me down You kick me in my head You got me on the ground But I'm not finished
ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
to death Top down, it's upset been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet! You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight
didn't mind it, But... He couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
