Now that I turn 29 I'm standing here and I'm feeling fine Lots of stories have been told I, I have gone so far Since 1995 It feels like an endless summer
your order please Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer Cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
diffedence and if you ask me now would i repeat it Would i fight in a war i don't believe in Well the answer is if not me where the cancer is they been
m the new cancer? Never looked better, and you can't stand it Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer? I've never looked better, and you can't stand
happenin? [Chorus] [Interlude 2X: Xzibit] Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it Look
my tongue, It's on the back of my lungs, And I've got to keep it! I know something you don't know. Oh! It sits in silence Eats away at me It feeds like cancer
Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] I got a question But really it's not even a question, cause I'm already the answer Like cigarettes bein linked to cancer
'til the needle calls Always when the needle calls So you suffer 'til the pain goes too long Left the city just to save myself Headed west, looking
hold back When I’m stretched so thin I can’t slow down Watching everything spin I can’t look back Starting over again If I turn my back I’m defenceless
Waking ten times to take a piss you can taste the cancer in my morning kiss Scratch the rash on my back, it's perfect bliss you want a life companion
change, cause when I look back I feel strange Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page I can't go back, we learn to live with hate
To create a better existence To create a... This is the verity for a lot of you And how you always stand From the outside looking in Now did you ever
ya I'm tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw me your phone number and let them lames get ya old number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look
answer She wiped my brow and I followed her back To the Tropic of Cancer She killed the light She dropped her glove She said, "Are you looking for trouble Or looking
questions With no answers Cure for Cancer Cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home Thangs are wrong Well not really, it
See I can kinda recall little ways back Small tryin' to bawl always been black And my hair I tried it all, I even went flat Had a gumdee curly top and
(Uh) Look, I does my S-H-I-T Please excuse me for the smell For certain does my jerk thing And I Keep her working She a star on the track like Pharrel
AQUARIUS! There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack