know you read me like a book That's why we made it [Chorus (x2)] Even though the journey seems so far... [Breakdown] On & on baby I got your back On & on
It starts with a flash and a blast Plaster and glasses and earthquake Came floodin' through my living room The sky was black with thinkin' As it began
own disguise It's like over and over You're pushing me right down to the floor I should just walk away Over and over, I keep on coming back for more
not your time to die And while the angels sleep All of the devils are awake Waiting to steal your love Right outside of Heaven's gate And all the sacred
tell you something Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich Chillin' with these chick, named Tondalea Was a hot girl and
Ringling Brothers If you wanna learn something, bring your mothers Sit back and observe, invite some friends We can mix it all up, like juice and gin Felli on
all December I'll be counting down the days Hop on your sleigh I promise that I won't forget the milk and cookies The tree's all sparkly and gold But
Wild, saint Chaos and control I am tattooed on your soul. Most of us do it to live But some just live to do it Either way, We're all into this Erotica
Yves saint Laurent stacks in my bag Hit the club fly twenny threes on the jag You know I'm on the 'Tron You know im on the yacht Me and my girls
go stand in the corner And think about what you did Ha, time for a little revenge The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And I had it all
love But I'd love to be your last All I know is what I see when I look at you And all I see is what I'm feeling down inside And all I'm feeling is the
of heavy artillery There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark 'Cause all the sinners Are just saints
Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It 24 U Sit On 24s And We Sip On 24s Got The Caddy's Sitten On A Pair Of Gucci Penny Loafs
the fries and the drink, admired as a saint, defined by my rank, combined with my strength, my time and my length, ima iron out the kinks, yes im on the brink, and
Mike and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin' Pop that tag on some of this game Hollatic, swallow and keep the change And we gon' stay hustlin' on
yo this dude thinks he's all eh, think he's so fly And hates how you try to talk to me I'm like you're don't even there try I was on my solo groove, I
s the highway and that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two thousand miles all the way Get your kicks on
bus drives over on a mellow scene We've done this five nights and tomorrow's free Oh I say, tomorrow's free And I seem to meet it in the morning and
