I hear the knocking of a clock Look through the pages of my book And realise I havent read one word there Beneath the hills the sun has died The day
sneak peek Let's runaway And don't ever look back Don't ever look back My heart stops When you look at me Just one touch Now baby I believe This is real
that I expected, boi, boi Hands up in the air (One time for the West Side, West Side let me see them hands) Hands up in the air (Two times if you love good music) Hands
World in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why
) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Put your hands up) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Take it to the floor) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour
brain, 'bout to do the show 40k contract, take it out the door Dice symbolize my life, roll 'em on the floor From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand
part and live your role Song by song sing it out loud Help a friend of a friend of a friend help him now Help a friend of a friend of a friend Don't look
hop only destroy, tell 'em look at me, boy I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy Alright, already, the show goes on All night 'til the
you won't let me down Don't let me down now Don't let me down Don't let me down now Don't let me down Don't let me down now
, come on, come on now Come on now, come now Come on now, come now Don't stop the DJ, don't stop the DJ Don't kill the DJ, don't stop the DJ Don't kill
ashamed I snap, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength
'd find Look at shit through each others' eyes Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you So don't let 'em
don't wanna sound redundant, but I was wondering If there was something that you wanna know But never mind that, we should let it go 'Cause we don't
I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me, now the fantasies I have
I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold
rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah) And changin the channel looks like
, I sleep while you drive Me and my dog yeah, we're chippin' on fire Remember back when we shared our clothes Look at us now *** we sell out shows, I
see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right now,
