heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy When I see lovers in the rain Under the same umbrella In a picture frame I don't get heart heavy Heart heavy Heart heavy
[Intro: Eminem] Good morning. Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up. Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleepin
100 grams or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta heavy
high up in clear sky The lamb will speak to you, when your heart is pure And you were made by Mother Earth, Father Thunder This heart winged, I am
Shed no more tears for my well I can hear your voice clear now In the wind Heading north after long a journey We have sailed for so very long Heavy
ply (ap-ply) My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y) Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
[Intro: Mos Def sample] Love, electricity, shockwave central Pummel on the motherboard, yes Push up, overload, legendary heavy glow Sunshine, thunder
coach you chickens (baaaacock!) Machineshop packs lots of tunes Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwed The mess too wild? The yes boys popping their Gats (yaps?) Yeah, can you hear
fuck wit us We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this (Eastwood) It ain't no verse mother fuckers who
the train I'm like the key in the truck I spent a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless Seeing through you niggaz like a fuckin psychic Hearing
the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head And I could die now rebirth mother fucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth Mother fucker I'm gone Mother
black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine and diet coke I’m not a joke This is me Damaged leg Heavy cart Plastic
walked too long in this lonely lane I've had enough of this same old game I'm a man of the world and they say that I'm strong – But my heart is heavy
I never had a damned thing At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring 'Cos in the ghetto, Santa ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the
eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine And diet Coke I'm not a joke This is me Damaged leg Heavy cart
[Intro: Eminem] good morning Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my
