There used to be a time when everything was so clear, so simple, but now I'm not so sure Friends you knew, or so you thought, changed, faded, lost
Jack would stand one Foot in front of the Other foot and then Lick his lips again The train came past about Three o'clock or so His mother told him so
to fall Hard to open yet so easy to close Front page news but so abused You just want to hide yourself away Over-paid, but soon you fade Because you'
you gonna' need to wipe The odour's so contagious that it shows up in your dream Man you could pick me out like food in between Your two front teeth
to make a tuna melt Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like? [Chorus to fade] Back, back,
about) He’s always talking to the girls, talking in class Starting trouble, throwin spitballs (yeah he’s a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!) [busta rhymes] Yo!! wake up
who I thought were down, and see true But I blame me too 'cos it's a Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my own
Hey how ya doin yeah Im doin mighty fine Last time I think it's been a long time Stop smilin at me get that look off your face Please don't even front
independent Throw your hands up at me All the honeys who makin' money Throw your hands up at me All the mommas who profit dollas Throw your hands up
Off the end of the gat you choke Short dog’s in the house - "whattup loc? " Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don’t try to run up Cause you’ll
yeah yeah, word up son, check it out though YaknowhatI'msayin? Word up son Listen up son, knowhatI'msayin? (Watch out for them man) Listen up son, check
you one day Morning is waking up And sometimes it's more than just enough When all that you need to love Is in front of your eyes It's in front of your
in my grill and all Porch blocks front blocks Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja [Chorus & talking til fade
for the bitch the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money
fade This time I hope you see, I'm not the enemy I'm gonna make it, shake it on the jump now I'm gonna break it, fade it put the gun down Amazing grace
Hail Caesar shadow on my backseat And her friends are standing right in front of me World wide from the center burning turkey Open up, said Everybody
've gotta be I speed into the darkness But I swear that I can't see a thing in front of me You know it's true I'm not driving anymore I can't keep up