jaded, selfish, abusive Dysfunctional fuck-up I needed to be rescued I'm stranded on myself And I can't escape from this island I made I'm afraid I never
, dysfunctional fuck up I'm needing to be rescued I'm stranded on myself And I can't escape from this island I've made I'm afraid I never will
abusive, dysfunctional fuck up I'm needing to be rescued I'm stranded on myself And I can't escape from this island I've made I'm afraid I never will
though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove
's go (From hard times) You know I?m somewhere where I can ease my mind be On some island Don Ps beside me No paparazzi eying that hiney But I am right
Than how I felt when we weren't speaking Because I didn't cop to what I did I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries I
. I've lived part of my life po' like Edgar Allan. my friends taught me I should never go to Shutter Island. cut life like a diamond and I fall through
who I am So tell my mother that I never make a whack jam But some times I get n-n-nervous an' start to stutter An' I f-f-fumble every word for word I
or Wack? Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin I mean you got carried away in the moment And I could forgive you...I could do that I could do anything
and I So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated No man is an island but I often feel alone
, God's been good to me Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you Am I worthy of you I make the best of the life I be with it Making the most of the
the microphone in hand as that I am a professional Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special I am the one and I am the master I am the king
money I?m crazy man, I?m crazy I?m crazy man, I?m crazy I?m crazy man, I?m crazy I?m crazy man, I?m crazy I?m crazy man, I?m crazy We going to the next
in the east Life at work gettin high at my beach I'm a lit cannon you bitch rappers I split atoms And I came like I made the same shit happen Huggin
, he pimp-struts up to Staten Island, I be chillin' in Long Island, Long Beach Hippin' Gods to they culture with the strong speech I build with the Nubians I chill with I
I hear you right? Here to sing Tomorrow night? I'm afraid there must be some mistake You can't be performing Why? Mainly, dear 'cause so am I I'm in
Yes, I do (No you don't) Yes, I do (No you don't) Yes, I do (No you don't) Damn Miles I'm drivin' in the mach with mad Not unlike a box I am, endore how fox I am
when I was finished Am I a jack of all trades? Nope... I like to write songs tho' Are they good? I dunno.. But I could tell you that I only write shit down when I
