other Die together How could we deny what feels so right We will live forever Love each other stay together Isn't that the way that life's supposed to be Supposed to be
to the Standard, nothing took These boys don't care Got a handful with their projects and with their looks Where are all the men in this town? And what's a girl supposed
but I?m the closest one heard you looking for trouble, what, I?m supposed to run? yo? bitch invited me inside her, ain?t I supposed to cum? got niggas
from the community I've got my bridge game to look forward to I've got this chance, a golden opportunity As long as I keep doing what I'm supposed
! Would you tell us Where you're calling from? Mmm yes mmm I am mmm I'm in osaka now! I'll be on this live programme On telly They'll start shooting
I do 'Cuz I'm gonna be just fine, check it out If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight It's none of yo business And if she wanna be a freak and sell
though, you can't hold me down I got to keep on moving To all my girls with a man who be trying to mack Do it right back to him and let that be that
ourselves' you know. That's not the standard. You already are the standard. What are you trying to fit into a standard for? We were each created to be individual standards
like that them I can see it in yo eyes If you ain't good for me then you wearing a disguise 'Cause tonight you lookin' like miss right And I'm suppose to be
bedroom It is you that took their first away from them It is you they set their standards to, you wounded them for life You were a preacher and suppose to be
gonna keep track of him I'll need to restore for a number of reasons While I'm turning my back on them Suppose they close the door Suppose they close
searched I found Snatched quick though you knew how I acted That's what's sick, I was a pick that you drafted? A backflip with a split couldn't be
on the grind Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin' But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the
must be pliable to be reliable" Tuned into the media system Picture getting hard to see How did you end up as a prisoner When you were supposed to be
oh, man, cats be askin me do i love rap, you no i treat rap the way it's supposed to be treated ya know, illegal thoughts, money motavating manuvers,
in the eyes of society telling me that I'm not quite what I'm supposed to be I'm not married with two children or single with a career I'm not drowning
from a guilty lung Throw a needle in your arm Cough up wrongs of the city stars They didn't mean no harm What were you supposed to be and what did you