The second verse to I Wrote This No shame I'm profane bitch I'm fucking cocaine They say I'm crazy lets just say not so sane I'm a liar I'm a thief and I'm a criminal too You try to run game my x-rays see right through You wanna fuck my bitch you wanna get my loot You wanna take my spot do what you got to do Cuz I'm more than these new pupils a multifaceted cat Packing scared knuckles you's a weak ass with a gat That's how I feel about these dick riders in and out the studio Yeah they got a little gold lyrics so booty though Haven't tasted my own blood in a long time But I remember it well it stays fresh on my mind Knock me down I get up and go right back to swinging Till I'm dead motherfucker I'll be rhyming and singing I'm not a king you need a pawn you can step the fuck on And find some other son of a bitch before your whole grill gone
The second verse to "It Don't Matter" And so they say that life's a play And that all the world's a stage Then for another part I pray The show ends the same way everyday And my heart carries the pain of a brain I can't explain Am I'm insane I'm runnin' out of people to blame It's even hard to believe the truth Staring the proof right in the face This overwhelming sense of doom Am I just taking up space?
Second verse to his version of "Jamie" Back then when we met, you were stalking' me Two days, telling me you were in love with me Buggin', rubbin' and jumpin' and huggin' me I still think you might a been drugging me Cuz it had been a long time that I ain't felt pain I had the feeling I was gonna make you my main Show you my brain, sharing my name And let you enter the world of the most insane But you were already there, not washing your hair Takin' knives to your pale skin everywhere Feeling lost 'cuz your ex-boyfriend took a sheet in the crib To his neck, and hung his head in the air You thought that you were to blame, I said, "It wasn't your fault" You said that God brought me to you here to heal your heart You said, "I saved your life", I said, "I'm doin' my part" You said, "I'll be your wife", I grabbed the shopping cart And it was on, now you're gone and I need you more than ever The days are long, the nights take forever And even when the sun is out, it's still bad weather People ask me how I'm doing, I lie; say, "never better" But I'm really scared to get out of the bed so I sleep And jump out the sheets when my 2-way beeps Hoping that it's you saying, "Brooks I was wrong And I miss you baby-doll, I'm comin' back next week" (But it isn't)
His verse in "Beat Machine" Boot up dat a entry sample sound assign it define it get the pattern pound Sequence set it tempo sync play start overdub let it sync 16 levels note variation man it's got my heart just racing Step it, it transpose quantize midi I/O Tune the kit reverb the snare phono mono stereo flare Put it song mode step by step push us the faders let it rep Meter marker decibels bounce it burn it accessible Pump it in the jeep now hit the scene my integrated rhythm machineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.