Where nothing seems right. It must have been 20 before it started and Nothing seems real until all eyes are on me... Educated actions take over Until
break this trend Lift me up from where I've fallen You lift me up from where I've fallen Put everything back where it's supposed to be You open my eyes
incrimination. Now that's enough, so get out Admit that common sense took control. I would have found out, Take it away....don't take it away....Just take
me to my fear. Time it seems so weighted. Asphyxiated, slowly I choke, [Chorus] Decorated..... Like flesh on a hook. Paint it black and blue, Like you always do, Take
get next to you If you was mine I would never leave you, that's what you agreed to Never meant to mislead you, believed you When you told me you would
In tha rover, choppin' ya down Put your sets up nigga, represent that uptown Fuckin' wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya You don't want me hot at you, you
pains I was so afraid that you'd become the game. I forgot to worry about what you became. You're not the hunted, you're not the aim. You just another
if you and dad never used dope I would a came out fine And so I hit you hard when you threw in advice Like what I want to talk to you about you ruined
Punch Drunk Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touched Crazy Mc-Cling a lot claim instant ONE LOVE Then you got to beg your friends to Take
the process of the mostest No licking bum and no incest You're lost in aw In the candystore The cost of the handywork You adore...you can't afford So took what you
over you on certain things Be distinguished just 'cuz you ain't feeling his favorite emcee Don't mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you
's over, I'm onto you (You're evil game) The tables have turned I'm taking back my soul I see through you're lies Taking back whats mine No more, it
the Chick Strap wearin on your head Question, ask me how i feel about chicks? Best be independent 'cause you aint getin Shit The only time it trick is December 25th You
to fuck you on my money Baby it just who gets who first Now you all hurt telling the word nonsense It ain't my fault you fell in love in the process
the Chick Strap wearin on your head Question, ask me how i feel about chicks Best be independent 'cause you aint getin Shit The only time it trick is December 25th You
NO! Robbie: ok?. you had a fight danana, she made you mad, and now you sit and stuff your face you got the process sugar bluesss Miley: That has to be
the CAT-scan, and show her the door J.D.: While we process your results We'll take you back to wait Turk: We've got drugs to calm you down So you
in real fights, but I might hit you wit steel pipes Leave you wit flesh bites, that heal right, if I feel spite You dick suckin whore, bitch you ain
