lie and say I'm fine I spit rhymes, hoping that someone who thinks like me relates to the emotions interlocked within the pscyche i spit rhymes, to catch chicks and catch hope
schedule consisted of work Television and sexual moments But some times it gets so hope less When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name
the planet I can get a little piece with my name on it The only problem is by then I won't want it I'm in the backyard praying and hoping for the comet
dreams Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug And I'mma play this game I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name
Girl you know that it?s on tonight Come on come on You open your mouth and it?s all a lie And it took me ?til now just to get it, girl If it?s worth
hope to raise my family in a society full of suburban noise families. And So I hope one day soon we will make a change and when I'm dead I hope my life
we don't need roads And where we stop nobody knows To the stars if you really want it Got a jetpack with your name on it Above the clouds and the atmosphere
, your penmanship's fucked The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry
the kicks! Pimpin 101, homes, what the lesson is. Man you're really ugly and she is worse, Who wants to volunteer to leave? Me first! Smelling like a platypus feeling like a hippo, See the girls
shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
do it raw Imagine every world we could both explore [Amil] Hello Baby what you wearin right now [Amil] Hot pants My girl aint around let's get down And I hope
girl One day a planetary orgasm With everybody in the atmosphere so everybody has one Come together enclose the climax Just imagine the universe is the sun's wax [Chorus] [Johnny Richter:] I hope
don't need roads And where we stop nobody knows To the stars if you really want it Got a jetpack with your name on it Above the clouds and the atmosphere
your penmanship's fucked The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom