? Whatever gets you through this life, get it right Call it a day, call me and say it's better Out of the way, into a new whatever now Hoping to float above it
seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's all one in the same Now get yo' drum
who quickly became a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance
marchin on them bitches to the South Pole So what they wanna do with us? I'm finna get'cha get'cha Huh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha (get'cha) [Bizzy
them quickly to the South Pole So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha [Bizzy Bone] Lord,
go to seed Dancing with the devil He knows you're gonna have to let that ole' scratch lead Tell me, what you gonna do when it all goes down And there
Caught a light sneeze, caught a light breeze Caught a lightweight, lightning seed Boys on my left side Boys on my right side Boys in the middle And you
if youre not careful think about the pain it can bring It makes you feel so bad It makes your heart feel sad It makes your days go wrong It makes your
revolutions here And you know its right And you know that its right We have got to get it together We have got to get it together now Run through the
Caught a light sneeze Caught a light breeze Caught a lightweight A lightning seed You're on my left side You're on my right side I'm in the middle And
got to break it down It's time to get it out Just get on the floor (Repeat Chorus) Look at you, look at you baby Look at you, look at you baby Look
Crimson sun on traffic lights A perfect day a perfect night Tell me all those perfect lies And lie back in the garden till it's light Streets get full
but maybe you're right Take that wishaway and do what you like A wishaway You laugh and grab the words before they get loose Put that wish away, in case it
't believe Help I didn't know our love was so small I couldn't stand it at all Mr St John Just bring your son Right on time You get closer, and
eat? No. I have some food for thought. Since knowledge is infinite it has infinitely fell on me. So umm... It was a stormy night you know the kind where the lightning
will get you high Money buys respect Love will get you by Hate will fuel your rage Drugs will get you high Money buys respect Love will get you by (
