my own again Lost alone again Because of you I tried to tell you That I love you But you won't hear what I say I guess words get in the way Now it's
brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got pulled up Damn, my reality just set in And even when the Phantom's leased, them hos wanna get in
club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ's playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know a word to a verse
old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time
get me for all I got You could start by spendin' the night Otherwise let me see your head get small Unless you're here to make the head get tall If not gon' get
club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the DJ's playing them hits oh this my jam, this my sh-t we dont know a word to a verse
my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight, yeah Now cat's drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe, word Seem like that's the ghetto way
bars What a way to show ya love back, homie you a friend for life For your crime I'm doin' time in the Penn tonight It's bad enough I lost a family,
talking to me and calling my name (I don't want the hospital, son) (You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man) No, I don't hear a word they say
t a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only get by A, coincidence that so many are lost And do prison time 'fore
s get to the nitty gritty Me and Mike, two months, trump, Atlantic city Yo, you got this you gonna bust dude up Yeah, you can be my trainer Word up?
never get played out Got guns, blast ya way out Love me in a special way, what more can I say Love me now, love, love me now Love me in a special way
all outta whack And don't bother with excuses whether white or black To blame it on a color won't get a result Because history reveals to me how ethics were lost In reality
I'm lost I'm trying to figure out where I know you from Was it in a dream or reality anyway Its beautiful as this autumn day My breathe is gone, words
to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic
middle I keep it honest, word to real, that's my promise Signin' off, truly yours, Nastradamus Thank God I found you Thank God I found you I was so lost
make it last, make it last We make it last, make it last I was so lost without you I was lost without you My every wish and dream Became reality 2000