mine in future time It's true, ooh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh How 'bout we wait a couple years 'till you do it right? I gotta little game left So, I
try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future's here, we are
fire is? Yeah The body of hot, the motivator of pots Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you What the future
Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future
I might be wrong I might be wrong I could have sworn I saw a light Coming home I used to think I used to think There is no future left at all I used
new up Down is the new up Is the new up You crawled off and left us You crawled off and left us You crawled off and left us All on candid camera The
Send a telegram Tell me your thoughts I want to live for a day And the way that we lost But it was under the train Got crissed not crossed Left the keys
to live again but im still dead i left the world full of memories full of people full of life but my life left and my time has gone to make future
remind you And I know you left me once, but I came right back to find you Even though I like being in your past you got a bright future behind you Oh
past around like weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see) Can you see my future, and what lies
her past and history, and her dreams for the future in the land of liberty and courage is the passport, when your old world disappears but theirs no future
Well it seems that I was lost in intoxicated nights Following the trace of ecstasy With no future and no past just the present was alive Like a prisoner
of room for dreaming I still keep coming here Follow those traces I travel back in time Remember all those places Feels like I never left The house
you know what I mean They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy And have me and crone their dreams By the time I was seven my mom left
I was proud when you 1st got on MTV You was in the video chillen' wit Run DMC That's my girl, saw a nigga feinin' ta hit it Knowin' one day in the future
hold your head man head man Last night what I seen made my life change [Chorus] I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked So much so I had left
the jack Talkin' 'bout progress, I ain't lookin' back You know I run track, try not to get lapped People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat Try to