are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it Go all out, push it to the limit [Chorus x2: Jamey Jasta] Push it to the Limit, walk along the
me see the light smashed up my sanity smashed up my integrity smashed up what i believed in smashed up what's left of me smashed up my everything smashed
shaking bloodied hand scrapes the finished wood As I punch furiously on her box, I first see a crack, then it starts to widen Smashing through the cheap
She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down
will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you Don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we
It's tight on our end call that bubbafranks, Matter fact it's too tight add a couple links, I'm the barstender you a women drink, Yeah it's young money
of the books and books I'd forgotten that I had These paperbacks they know their age they smell of weight and time that's resting warm The opened box
: She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash
spark it In the end all you heard was a scream Diggin as dug in the concrete, a disappearing dream And don't tell me how it seems To hold it down (to
it First hundred G's I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it And that's some real shit, not just a lyric Got a couple open cases, not too specific Niggaz
it took you to make me realize it took you to make me see the light smashed up my sanity smashed up my integrity smashed up what i believed in smashed