word love Because I've had enough You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch Renaming
You're falling out of touch You've fallen out of touch You are Yeah you are falling out of touch You are Yeah you have fallen out of touch
for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek
her shes nothing like v But success is all I got unfortunately But I'm burning down the block I been in and out of v But something tells me that there
face like the elephant man Follow you Reach out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands Touch rappers watch them rot their skin fall off Boil in the
s bringing out these fantasies in me With the way she's wining [wining] Looking so inviting [inviting] I no know say she dey try me [try me] You can imagine [oooh] With
teeth, and pissing scarlet floods. I've been running long enough to bother with these cuts. So are you in or out on this one way ticket, care of a falling
is all I'm getting There's Simon Cowell Who folks wanna disembowel He opens his mouth Always says something foul They're dyin', wow Wannabes are crying now He votes them out
with some fire I mean unless you want a wife cold as ice Living life with the biggest debutante Me and you we considered the upper echelon The only one I come out
only, right before the day begin I could drop you off at home, or you coming with me The early morning sun, is something to see Especially aboard a Carnival Cruise ship, you with
deal with them real niggas And stay far away from fuck niggas Don't be a sucka at least not for nothing are you Sucking and fucking, a bitch better have something I need something
, right now Ay, I'm landin' out to the sky to my space ship She sayin' my slab lookin' better than her face lift, damn She love the candy swanking with the bumper kit She touched
nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch [Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out
Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with
Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac If God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny 'cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym Long
1 (mac) : Girl look, Fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit Strictly, now you with
fall In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City. Debutante whores in rich men's castles. * The ruling elite with their puppet figurehead
me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny cause I don't work out, my man is in the gym Long as
