Talking to myself and I'm not listening, take a deep breath and think. Protecting at all costs, ilusion of my faith, crackling time underfoot. You
Times were tough you said, you never thought that way Your actions, passions You took that gaze from me, you never orchestrate This place of reason
So on and so on my mind is closing in Begun to begin my end You always hated the state of things I'm in so bathe in my suffering Pull Behind Time is
Never. I never felt this alone. Cant stop it feels like I'm drowning I'm drowning. Guilt that still pools in me sink to the bottom Take everything and
Years have gone by, it feels like a lifetime Can't remember, the comfort of your voice has died An image followed by feelings of frustration Give
Fell into another one of your "I don't wanna go"s again Suck me in take me for a ride Fell into your fucking trap Don't wanna see your face no more I
Today I'll push it to the side Everything has gone out with the tide You can't look me in the eyes Burrow deep in your disguise Force out another phony
Fermented smells and stumbling down a blurry world of your creation I never thought you'd fall I want to tell you that you're missing everything I know
Time passes by Nothing's changed These four walls where I contain Let them talk I know the truth Let them laugh I know the truth Words heard by me Only
of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
'all small fries Yo, I'm from the projects Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five
rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive
five 20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly We the best, look at what we drive Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach
, aye, aye (Yeah, born rich, yup) Gucci bag poppin' tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time, stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high
attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high DJ's spinnin
Everybody in the house, high rise All the brothers up in here, six five Gotta get in on up, get high You know you lookin' good tonight All the ladies in the house, five, five
clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by I?ma slide by sippin on that high life and my slippers jack triple where my five
