the silence of grass, of the air I am interviewed in a sleepy bar by a girl who wants me to explain "The warmth of nostalgia," incensed that i "glamourise
that follow Jonadabs that cannot go to Heaven" I was fooled again I had made up my mind That truth comes in styles I was fooled again Wastin' my time
1st verse) I can see the sunset stripping your eye, I'll drive it down. I'll be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake. (prelude) I see movement
Yeah What if I died What if I, what if I, what if I, what if I Stay out that window Man I'm telling you baby, come up out that tree, don't even trip
I speak But talk is cheap so peep what I repaint over beats And you'll meet the Doer that does The I Am that is, that said, "Let there be..." and there
up, what am I? I am now 80 years old, and more, and I am determined to find precisely what I am, what I amount to. They tell me I am everything, they
us to this cross with a d.n.a. photo album of the times we lost live in the earth again road maps as eyes i am alive and leaving
big shock that I?ll starve the poor and cater to those with wealth In fact the only thing that may surprise you is that I manage to dress myself I am
ribbon Sippin livin' water while my crew be steady fellowshipin' Perfect timing, divine appointment, I've got that holy ointment I'm anointed and am I
yeah, yeah, yeah!) Come on fellas!? [Chorus] Yeah I got it, yeah I want it Yeah I need it, yeah I'm on it Yeah I like this, it's the hypest It's the
call me loco But I clocked it, my optic was bifocal Uh oh, I saw myself for what I am-dust Plus, saw my demise if my eyes stayed shut What was I to do
I ain't no rapper I'm a mercenary Every verse I bury, some will blame it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they won't