don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait, you wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try to
you don't know Where you're running to Don't know what you're gonna do You wait You wait Don't throw it all away Don't throw it all away And you try
? We keep it real} Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son) {Put your guns down, throw your hands up} It's on like that y'all word
explode This day is gonna come, don't know when but it will come And we will finally know the way out of here And I will throw away this wrinkled map
, throw those dresses away I don't want anything of hers For the moon never shines and the stars never rise Without bringing me dreams Haunted by the
When they've made a mistake While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen He knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him 'Honesty,
ten. Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again, The sorcerer of intercourse - if it's forced, it's him. Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling
the scene Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it Then
messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid pace? I'll make a mess, you dissect it and make sense of it, Then
while I was starving Tell me How are we crew I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue Like God's first draft of the sky Balls it up for something new And if
, throw up, and throw up a ten Now you know it?s a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse - if it?s forced, it?s him Don?t fight the
budget Don't try to hide behind that fuckin' mask now Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now I get personal direct straight, I bring it
straight lunatic making all these bitches Niggas hear their final tick But that don't mean my minds sick Just 'cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese When trees by
the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out) (check it out) We 'bout it Gettin' that paper We 'bout it Check it out Federalies gaffling up so keep it
make a few lines and I show it for her to see Well, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "That Don't look a thing like me." I said, "Oh,
tree This is how it is on my streets We walk around and carry beefs Cause weve lost all belief But this ain't no time to grief I don't take shit
stop saying i love you i don't know what you mean anyway i don't know what love is and... you don't know what love is and... it doesn't
jaw Walk away, parley in front of Ahmed's store We don't give a what about you, tell them niggaz who sent you Let 'em come, have 'em all open wide like
