I've had enough You're either tearing me up or you're bringing me down But I won't stick around I've had enough I've had enough I've had enough I've
It, Hand On The Wheel No Need To Be Nervous, Ride Wit A G Everything Will Be Perfect, Put It Down Put It All On The Surface, Thuggin If You Ride It'll
steps. No, you won't be ready For whatever's coming up next. We got music, drugs, and sex. Come join on my quest, So just step in on my world, I'd like
: [feat. OnCue] Let me get my fresh on, Next on deck. I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet. People give me damages Of sign of respect for
And I'm the one that'll feed it But truely you're bad enough that you don't even really need it You can show up at the party on dirty public transit And
And I'm the one that'll feed it But truly you're bad enough That ya'll don't even really need it You can show up at the party On dirty public transit
day when enough was never enough vain, how I played my hand one more reckless man in the rough (Hook a finger wink an eye Caresses running up your thigh Scratch my surface
niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap
end. We wake with blood shot eyes and bottles at our side. Look what you created I'm a machine on a never ending cycle, That you left on. I'm a machine
surface dig down deep Put away the secrets we all keep Take away the moment that we met Wanna show you what you get [CHORUS] I'm gonna put on my old
The voices inside pushes me through Only the true soldier on Into oceans of hurt Over mountains of grief When it manifests I got enough enough fight
So on that note i'm leaving after the song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long Atleast let me tell you why i'm this way, Hold on I was conceived
on the stoop huh Sippin' on the brew Plottin' to pop me later huh When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner Send
I think I've seen enough. You lay it out the way you want it. Your mask is totally vapid. Sooner or later, the surface seeps in you. I'm so disconnected
average nigga's hopes to get mad rich But what's the purpose Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist I'm physically trapped down on the surface with all
believe Chorus Easier believing what is hard to get rid of than to try Never searching--just accepting Feeds the mind enough to get you by Scratching the surface
rough enough, fluffin' leavin' broken bones Al-Salaam Alaikum to my brother and we be gettin' it on [Chorus: Bill Chill] Gettin' It On, you make me feel like gettin' it on