way back from home... And we'll hold ourselves to everything we've said... And it's so hard...to keep ourselves. From falling apart. I'm falling apart. And
treading water. And keeping our heads above the waves. And we'll watch the sun till' it burns out. And this is the plan. We're not leaving anyone behind. And
? Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like, woo That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too Fry his ass, and put his asses back together
't gettin' no lovin' at all It's just what I do, it's just what I do" Well Orville Wight set his sights High up in the air And him and Wilbur worked day and
on the mind Earth becomes a farm, farmer takes a wife Wife becomes a river and the giver of life Man becomes machine, oil runs down his face Machine
big thing I'll get a cowboy hat, some real tight jeans I lose a little weight and get a bellybutton ring You can stand back, I'm a lean machine, yeah And
who was wearing his best pair of tennis shoes. The Wolf was closing in on the Duck. It was getting closer and closer and closer and then and then....
Verse 3 - Big Sean] Shrimp, steak, liquor, and pasta Real shit boy, these niggas imposters They deserve a Oscar, Kevin Costner Oh my God sir, what? I got this and that and
You better take it from me That boy is like a disease You run and you try and you're tryin' to hide And you're wondering why you can't get free He's
I'd walk the road with my eyes closed And all the paths besides And I know the boy who broke this fence And I know his brother, too And they'd never
to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady You done went wild; yo, check it.. There was a Hardy Boy
did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom
and Ren Dub's cool But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed
' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame How can I miss? I'll twist your cap and take your name Analyze it
can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then
Mother clutches the head of her dying son Anger and tears, so many things to feel Sensitive boy, good with his hands No one mentions the unmentionable
playing in my pants Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking
a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He?s got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He?s got to walk a fine line And keep his