do is wrong (Well I was doin? the same things) Selling out so that you know it all feels the same (Well I was doin? the same thing.) My whole life you
kill or buy you a ring... aint love a funny thing? I knew there was something wrong, i was just to scared to say it I knew one day you would finally
want to be a postar! SIT BACK DOWN..!!" But never the less, i quit went ahead and progressed, had my eyes on a goal and wouldn't settle for less What
's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things'll never be the same
Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty
one's clever This one's free but it's your favorite I hate more's the pity Lined up in a row Like little dolls, like bungalows The reasons look the same
However you look at things they do change It's not the same conversation It's not the way that it was There'll be one less tear tomorrow There'll be one less
thing's that we're abusing Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat There's no progress for the rest God bless for less
I bet you'll love it, I ain't askin' for much Listen to me, I wanna be a legend one day, that way I can be put in the same category with Barry White
fuckin' floor Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less One nigga less,
Yo man, hit me with one of those funky baselines One baseline at a time The sun takes a bow for a day well lit Next act is night with an audience of
of them are hustling, seeking a deal Sometimes I sit back and think, JME just do one tune, make a couple cheese and chill The reason I started making music is the exact same reason
money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail A young motherfucker to jail Would be less to send his or her young ass to college See, and another thing
The banality of watching this Cause many better men have gone For clearly better reasons And I starkly must remind you That you have not even been trying And that's the only thing
I could tell you things just ain't the same Look all around you, there's no one to blame There is a reason for all those years You do less cryin', there
