t breathe, I can't sleep He's uncool, an unsophisticate He's a tightrope walker on an open path He's a maze of curiosity He is the living bread that cures
astray and on a holiday Go ahead and cry Let me clear each tear from your eye And maybe sing you a lullaby Let my heart beat be your guide to a cure
saddle Waitin' (Board) Aboard the battle station Hation is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains close, open up the
waitin, aboard the battle station Hatin' is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains, close open up the door, no more [
Lazy days calling to you Come out to play, the future lies with you Now you can be sure love is the cure What we're searching for is to have A jolly good
man you like girl Baby got a feeling, you be feeling me When you're at work to me 'Cause you know I did my thang And whenever you Need a cure just call
started tappin' on the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
makes me wanna smack your face in See I've never been so sure, and your just insecure So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure I recommend you
the faintest notion, who'll be there You underestimated, nobody sympathized I think you'll soon feel better, once we get inside I see the door is open
is police pull me over a lot They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat And hold the door open, oh you're
path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He want more Eyes closed, eyes open, great
's so enlightened; one's so divine The planet's hour line, all devoid of time A beautiful mind They opened up the brain and opened up the heart What
the towers Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open
let the music take your mind press rewind the venom is in em the tecca nine combined let my virus up in you I love fiends so open up your pores for daddy
but dawg I could peep it It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm Lines give me what I write in this song The book is now open
open where it must be hurled You know what I'm saying ? So what Mr. Morals, if you think there's a cure It sure won't be helping that raped little
when you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone They tellin me you got a problem, if its a cancer Baby the twista got tha cure