Tell me, how we're gonna get that far? Wait, I don't think we can make it Through this world without some Faith when everything is falling Through our hands we must believe
black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thing Drive slow, lights out like "I love this game" I live this y'all paint that pic And like Magic I'm starting to believe
, you should stop buggin', when will you learn, it's some other honey's turn to ride he's called Mr. Pimp, cool like the pink panther Smooth like Rob Thomas
