I lost it for a minute, now I'm back This time you can't talk your way out of the facts Fucked it up, that I know Don't try to prove me wrong I quit
fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names
learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes But we got bills to pay We got nothing figured out
?cause love's given up on me Forget your high society, I'm soakin' it in Kerosene Light ?em up and watch them burn, teach ?em what they need to learn
when I'm gone Oh shit, motherfucker, goddamn Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam Getting money everyday, I'ma groundhog 'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light
nothing wrong with the way she moves Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes I had to learn
load, start to float Without a doubt, we turn it out and then we turn it again I've come to learn whatever time I can find to spend Taking flight into whatever light we bend Out
been kicked out Of enough of them to know They want you to become less callow Less shallow But I say: Why invite stress in? Stop studying strife And learn
oh oh (4x) Oh Cherry, Cherry I'll read your fortune It says here you're too serious and such But I've learned one thing Cherry You should understand That nothing
three I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my h***** right here with me I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks You gotta learn
million dollar bot Superman armor on the 69 drop Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel So my head light
em out Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin' out Get your whole camp put
-Ann, dig 'em out Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin' out Get your whole
compurr (compare) this My chain to your chain I'm like sprint and Motorola No service, out of your range Your out of your brains Thinking I'ma shout out
down runways Four eighteens with the zues and the zapto Sounding like I'm riding out a concert at a rap show Hit a back street and put the top up Stopped at the light
as hell, no ghetto tale You play a gun, but the game is real You want to stop my money, how? You keep smoking, I?m selling out It?s called the City
'll just sink in to the mud Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is And there's no clocks or phones to wake us up Because I have learned that nothing
out on the town Breaking down all that's gone before Feeling things I thought were long passe Coming around again, coming on today Baby, nothing ventured, nothing learned
