need When you find who you are, you forget about me Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line
need When you find who you are You forget about me Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line
we need When you find who you are You forget about me Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line Here we are at the finish line
every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga
like a wood shop class And these women gimme "Love" like it's tennis time So many shoes that my closet look like Finish Line So many acres that my crib
I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for me People clutter
im visioning i break all of the limitings i shake all of the gimicking the fakery the trickery nurse how sick is he worst im sickening, i'll be at the finish line
[Kardinal Offishall] I just started, just finished Lyrics complete the circle of a rap singer Combine with feeling mean and plus a reason And to rock
lies and R A M, you motherfuckers own they grave We need current situations, in due time Train 'em to do the business in 20 years down the line So I
bit just a little bit life styles of the rich and famous bought a big house and a whole lot of ranges a fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers
my windows Crowd below runs wild in the streets Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys Heading for the finish line Down in the train yard
here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Where we going from here niggas? I know where we going But where you going? Don't miss the train
lavish as you? I don't roll with no crews that do the same ol' same's so I travel the seventh plain by the way of coal train, And that's an ill though
beat That I could flow on I'ma go on, the D-Train's about to roll on The day I pulled out my fat marker and I wrote on The windows of the train, wrote
'm the hearse with the reef on the back I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops