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[Intro: Cam'Ron] Word up Rector! I wasn't gonna say it again? Word up, man it's all good! You don't gotta let us in your little shit! You got that? Keep

State the obvious I didn?t get my perfect fantasy I realized you love yourself More that you could ever love me So go and tell your friends That I?m

It's excruciating I know you need to know where we stand Is there harm in waiting? Is this my only chance to take your hand? I'm torn in two by what

I don't propose that we preserve All the world inside a fragile ball of glass 'Cause I'm the first to throw the curve Bringin' all that perfect ball down

Let's take a walk into the sky Conversing with the stars to fathom why They're not afraid to burn To lose themselves while turning into light If we were

I heard it from a friend who heard it from another She said she liked the way I smiled at you in Monterey I have more highs than lows and we could add

Wistful for disco We get a little misty Remembering Menu do And all those old pros The bay city rollers And Pinky Tuscadero It must be our breeding Call

When worlds collide Then drift away I will cling to the pieces The ones that point at the way to go More than anything I want You to know So here

From New York City to the Golden Gate The Great Lakes to the Rio Grande There's a hip new feeling, that we're awfully appealing To the universal common