you On the inside, on the inside Is what I like, what I like On the inside, on the inside Is what I like On the inside, on the inside Is what I like
But not for you On the inside On the inside Is what I like What I like On the outside you're wearing thin On the outside your right On the outside
don't wanna control you, I wanna console you And do everything that I told you Get high with me, come touch the sky with me Fly with me, see life with new eyes with
I got a feeling something's wrong I dial your number and then it?s gone I got a feeling something's whack Before I count to three you?re here with me
just on the surface I wanna know if its worth it Come on baby let me know something showing up at your job just to see your face baby feeling like a stalker you should come on
steppin' with Layzie Bone Also the B-I-double Z's up in the house So come prepared I ain't talkin' with rides I'm talkin' about with hand grenades Pistols
Something like A Drug The Way Lil Mama Be Feenin And She Never Gotta Worry Money Stacked Up To The Ceilin Even Though She Not My Girl Dont Like When Im With
[yeah] Ia??m the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Pronto, you known' how we ball She dancina?? on my drawls, with my
me By the road when you were done Just watch your back, you're leaving tracks 'Cause you got mud on your shoes 'Cause baby There is something you have
the end of your life They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial
's like I'm swimmin' in an ocean of emotion But still some how slowly goin' numb inside I don't like who I'm becomin' I know I've gotta do somethin'
come on, come on and dance with me I see diamonds in the sky Touch my hands and I can fly All this is a mystery So come on, come on and dance with me
Hurts so bad when I talk Wanna take something Numb the pain I know it ain't right Come face to face with her Gotta tell her how I feel inside Ooh hoo
I said, it's oh, so cold, do what you're told With all the lies that they hold inside their hands Mother, got to lay it down To be number one on this
I thought you was real [Verse 1] I got Mr. Tell It up on the phone Disturbing peace inside my home Tryna tell my biz and shit so he can get inside the
the glove compartment free from tax Low mileage on the odometer Graduate with more degrees than a thermometer Spark plugs for great conversation She would focus on
' through things, headaches, abdominal pain Tryin' to numb it with that kettle like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter runnin' out of butane What's up with
something far from a lover Beside my brother, S C O T T I just laughed, 'cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, 'My Philosophy' Number
