We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts: You're standing there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights,
(Originally by Taylor Swift) We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts: You're standing there on a balcony in
We could fly to the moon girl And call it home And we could swim through the ocean and cast out these walls I've had too much But it's never enough
Connie). Thats right we on the map first album, first tour and the pre boast rap. It's like every other city we go, Travelin' coast to coast, L.A. I make
west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side (Dre) yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love yeah
'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
own accomplice Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga From coast to coast I keep the toast
boys and girls Congregating waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine playing with trains Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other
prophet Who had a little Donny Osmond flair? Have you heard of the All-American Prophet? The blonde-haired, blue-eyed voice of God He didn't come from the Middle East Like those other
re believing in Thunder Road, baby, you were so right Thunder Road, something dying down on the highway tonight Well I won big once and I hit the coast
believing in Thunder Road, oh baby you were so right Thunder Road, there's somethin' dyin' on the highway tonight I won big once and I hit the coast
2012 is true I guess we had a good run right? Yeah 2012 man, it's coming Whatever your opinion is... we fucked We got oil spillin' on the Gulf Coast
number one" "We don't even speak the same kind of language" [Verse 3: Classified] Yeah, uh, yeah, aiyyo, I coast through the east coast, ridin with the
don't stop a I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal Going to the mall, and kill all your people Coast to coast, and a lil more evil The maniac killer
'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco Representing that first and fifteen Jyea, uh! And this one right here I dedicate this one right here
Vengeful resentments Passing all the blame Living out a life of decadence Acing without thought of consequence Spreading all your lies from coast to coast
