| Lyric | Lyric | # of words |
| Look if you had | |
| to seize everything | |
| would you | |
| or just | |
| his palms | |
| knees weak | |
| theres vomit | |
| but on the surface | |
| but he keeps on | |
| the whole crowd | |
| he opens his mouth | |
| he's choking now | |
| the clocks run out | |
| Snap back to reality | |
| oh there goes | |
| he's so mad | |
| No he wont have it | |
| it don't matter | |
| he knows that | |
| he's so stagnant | |
| when he goes back | |
| that's when it's | |
| This this | |
| he better go capture | |
| | Lyric | Lyric | # of words |
| hope it | |
| you better | |
| the moment | |
| you only get | |
| your chance to blow | |
| once | |
| his souls escaping | |
| this world | |
| as we move toward a | |
| a normal life is boring but | |
| it only grows harder | |
| he blows us all over | |
| coast to coast shows | |
| lonely roads | |
| he's grown farther | |
| he goes home | |
| but hold your nose | |
| his hoes dont want him | |
| they moved on | |
| he nose dove | |
| so the soap opera | |
| i suppose it's old partner | |
| no more change | |
| tear this motherf**king | |
| | Lyric | Lyric | # of words |
| i was playing in the beginning | |
| i've been | |
| But i kept rhyming | |
| best believe somebody's | |
| all the pain inside | |
| that i can't get by | |
| and i can't provide | |
| cos man these goddamn | |
| and it's | |
| there's no Mekhi Pfifer | |
| and these times are so hard | |
| trying to feed | |
| teeter totter caught up | |
| baby mama | |
| too much | |
| stay in one spot | |
| gotten to me to the point | |
| i've got to formulate a plot | |
| sucess is my only | |
| mom i love you | |
| i cannot | |
| So here i go | |
| feet fail me not cos | |
| You can do anything | |
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