Texty:
Creation

I've been waitin' on the other side For your friends to leave So I don't have to hide I prefer they didn't know So I've been waitin' on the other side

Comin' from the playground Take it straight back to the bricks Yo Chris, tell 'em where it is Chillin', cooler den a squeak, kickin' dirt on my sneakers

Tommy Boy Backed by The Unit, produced by The King Perfection pressed with the style that we bring For the hip-hop patients, this is a King and Queen creation

To the ocean we march, We walk the darkest shore, In our thousands, Beckoned by the call to arms. This place is armageddon. The ground trembles, the

on them that night in Vegas Their luck was good as gone They'll be after me by the time the buffet closes Making sure Sin City still shines brighter than creation

You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With

Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate

This ain't exactly hell. It sure as hell ain't heaven. I love you like the dickens and I miss you like the Devil. I guess I'll do my time waitin' in this

When he raised the gates of Heaven, He didn't understand. And near the friends were coming over. Was it all a dream? Was it all a crazy dream? Saw them