, waiting for a sign and when it comes,you turn your eyes away You always said that you wouldn't miss the chance, the time is here You've got no excuse
then, waiting for a sign and when it comes,you turn your eyes away You always said that you wouldn't miss the chance, the time is here You've got no excuse
smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse
, fall down, fall down Your black hearts won’t be around, just to see me fall down Your hearts on fire, so come on, burn brighter Your hearts on fire, so come on, burn
) To get him mad at me (Me) (Ha aha) Then we'll be breakin up A good excuse to leave and then that's when I'm callin' you (Callin' you) To head over your
when I write, Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light. But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse
I write Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares if you just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse
to be just physical But now it's just too emotional for me I wanna confess but I can't Tell my girl what I want So what do I do? Let it burn inside
her murder rap I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio Music for your convertible, music for burnin cardio! Don't use it for burners
through outer space I'm so tall... Got laser beams shooting out my face [Talib Kweli] Right now its time to have a talk Gotta feelin like I'm heaven sent Excuse
Till one hit me in the head with a lamp or somethin The next thing I remember is wakin up nearly dead With another Fred Flintstone lump on my head Of
want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head I want his family
all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead
type of shit that I'm on Collect my dough make the fuckin' hit and I'm gone I ain't never gots to worry about the aim Infrared to your head will make
and pretentious 'cause i'm happy sitting with my friends in sidewalk singing songs and some people are still standing in the way of where i'm going so i say please excuse
beer, and a face full of zits Then a barrel full of slime rolled over me I was burning So now I am the living dead and I am gonna have your head tonight
Didn't catch my fall, oh no Now you've killed all I had Wrath is burning in my mind Why can't you take it back No excuses, no regrets You just broke
