it'd be The reality, am I where I belong? It's not like they said It feels like most everything's out of focus in my mind I'm trying to make some sense out
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it'd be the reality, am i where i belong? it's not like they said it feels like most everything's out of focus in my mind i'm trying to make some sense out
wanna go there? Tried to pop me, lock me But couldn't knock me off my square I'm not surprised, you haters wanted to see Flesh stretched out without my thugs, one steady stressin' out
Bet you would think I got it made Better look again I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy
straight G Tonight, too tight out of a big ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus
I shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
air And I fall in love with you all over again Ooh, you're the light that faced the sun in my world I'd face a thousand years of pain for my girl Out
put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and
or how can he From "Infinite" down to that last "Relapse" album He's still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out
be an illicit pentagram What are you talking about? No clue I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face
mirror You never ask what I'm thinking, you Never even try cause you're always so preoccupied It's really funny how you freak out Every time we go out
the scene, a sea of faces Laser eyes are watching as we close in, close in Don't play innocent, I know your thinking You're chasing conversation out of focus
for minor league coaches And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossa's The Hammer went and broke so you know I'm more focused
dont wish no death on homie just want him to hear me out think about the past and all the many things we talked about think about all the people influenced by what comes out
ends, as sad remains, will die. Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you. Ooh, ooh. I listened hard but could not see Life tempo change out and
