grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for
to grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for
ain't nothing to it Snatch ya chains Splatter brains Acting like they knew it Regime the new team Kill for the cash green Split spleens to crush dreams Empty
was dying I'm finally back in the world And it's hard but I'm still trying Not to fall and risk my freedom Again trying to ball While waiting for this
something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damnwaste my time telling something that would hurt you But you would fall for anything If you dont stand for something But thats for
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none It was all a dream, it was all a dream I used to fantasize
for food, will I die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Baby, I sip that Big Mo, i drink that Pimp c Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C I sip that Big Mo, i drink that pimp c Rest in peace Big
used to the parameters They can all change While you're out one night having a drink with a friend Some big hand may be turning a big dial Switching channels on your dreams
better than me Big car, big house, big dreams are things my life won?t see Too shy or too bold or too nice or too cold Or always looking at a half empty
man! I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray Instead I wear a tie and fix computers all day In this dream I trusted everyone
gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances
up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips, 20's for the six hollows for
find but come up empty Yeah, you make it easy Or that's the way you make it seem So for a day we'll let you Live out all our dreams Yeah - This is your
lipstick on paper that I keep next to your picture for rainier days when it's sunny wherever you are and these empty hands that once touched your hair ties to empty
to bathe with you Plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall Plugged in and ready to fall
