read about it We idolize criminal mind Is there a method in our madness? And we fantasize of committing crimes And so we remain You and I, we read about
More coverage than the homeless Your image here to stay Your photo on the cover of Your photo can't get enough You and I, we read about it We idolise
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we took y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now!
the Hamptons too baby! [Jay-Z] You know why they call The Projects a project, because it's a project! An experiment, where in it, only it's objects
war, I'm alive and love it I'm just speakin from the heart of the diein public We still beatin, we gon rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin
thing to fear. [CHORUS x 3] [ROD SERLING OUTRO] What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare. It isn’t. It’s the
see those scene girls, bet they all gonna get it And I'm living clean Now a lot of ya'll won't get it Now it's mean but I don't give a damn if ya'll
when your quarters are in it So imma push it to the end and take quarters on shots If im in gin till I win it. Or pain kill it, cause i aint tryin to
You think you've got me figured out You think you know what I'm about Don't believe what you read Half of the things you see Thought you'd figured this
She's the kinda girl boys read about in magazines, glossy magazines She is the only one i think about leading lady in my dreams Hey I have waited so long
probably wondering Where I am, who I'm with And why you're reading this But before I go into, what I'm up to let me confess Dear sweetheart, I know about
a punchin bag for those affected It's somethin that I accepted, it was hard to understand the way things happen, but in the end I guess it's God's plan
a gift And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it What did you do with it? What did I do with it? What would I do with it? Skydiving I went
B C it for a beginner But yes my seasons still change and it is almost winter And it give it to you at God-speed but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme
our lives strange honor In a realm of false goodbyes Suspend belief But keep it brief Thereby hangs a tale friend Hung from your wit's end And is
that you pay for This punk the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend East side love is living on the west end Knocked out
