I'm center stage And serious Three-to-one, And left some lungs With rot and rust Well I said ?Keep the positive and push' This line was never meant for this
Verse 1: Drown me out with your headphones This is what it's like when you're This is what it's like when you're (Drowning, Can't hear me scream) Heart
, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
me know it Bridge 1: Are we not alone From tragedy Can I pray from home And hear the ring Is this the face that Once had let me in Is this the place
sound, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
tire on the bike rack (Whosssssh) My first day in junior high, this kid said, "It's you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die" I looked at
s get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up Let's take this shit back to basement And we can discuss statements thats made on this
I was black, I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that, but I could rap, so fuck school, i'm too cool to go
myself You can try this at home You can be just like me! Mic check one two.. we recordin? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this
to help us grow at times, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this
party like an old school party got an old school party don't stop. So Dj drop my favourite joint and let me rock the mic. Now throw your hands high in
went to school and made it out the ghetto Now momma sittin' in the living room, trippin' fool Wonderin' how her baby done got pregnant skippin' school
screamed Mama we need you Then you went back to school and got a job that's legal Maria [Chorus] Yeah Mami, I love you so much For this pain, this
'll have to helicopter you The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school You can tell I came
my features I was comin' to Junior High School in better whips than the teachers 'bout my paper, I ain't even think 'bout the chicks but I kept everything Gucci from