Chorus 2 It is what it is what it what it is what it is. (Repeat) Life is not perfect it is perfectly what it is. Life is not perfect it is perfectly
pop with it Come get it [x8] Look wat da booty do[x4] Now can ya git with, come and git with it Can ya git with it, come and git with it Bitch I'm wired
write this, by showing me to give is priceless. {Chorus} Nothing is perfect man, that's what the world is, All I know is, I'm enjoying today. You know, 'cause it
the pace Your natural body perfume Brightens up any room One whiff and my spirits taken up-lift It feels good When your woman is your best friend But it
view My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly correct What
Welcome to resistance The tension is here Tension is here Between who you are and who you could be Between how it is and how it should be [Chorus]
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough. If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense; but not to constitute what
you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't
your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses and close it back with a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches Blow you to fragments
-ck it then, I got nothing but time, I’ll wait, until its dries for the moment i guess your all safe, after I sand it and buff it I guess that I’ll paint
. Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleepin' on my group bitch! [Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me
is all she's demanding Do you feel it, feel it, feel it? (Don't fall down) Do you feel it, feel it, feel it? (Don't fall down) Do you feel it, feel it, feel it
like to walk And my way is my own You taught me how Don't you know what we found Brother maybe We're on holy ground Take your pride and lift it high
be stable and able to lift my hand and take an opportunity Sinking down into quicksand time Another number never I endeavour like time is forever expanding Immaterial Is the original principle Now the icon is
to give it up Just tear me down or lift me up No Time For Tears No Time For Tears I'm going now, what is done is done Now's that time to shake
the wounds of the weak People like you should be crucified, Then maybe just maybe you would have an idea Of what you are talking about. My only solace is
breathe it out, I breathe it out I spit it on the crowd cause they lift me up, they lift me up, they lift me up When I’m feeling down What am I spitting
