there? There's more to life, Your life moves too fast The breath you take might be your last On my way On my way On my way On my way to getting nowhere
ll see Nothing changes in my world I'm just looking for a thrill Why does everybody have to be somebody [Chorus:] And I'll be On my way I'm on my way
game Be my head coach so you can put me in And never take me off 'til you can taste the win Do it again and again 'til you say my name And by the way
I feel a cold flush going through my hair and hey you know what I don't even care The time has passed me by Its gone with the wind Its all because the
just needed time alone, with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity and honesty Is honestly being crowded by
a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my
need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
way you looking out there! I like the way you looking out there! Don't stop.. and another one, and another one Bad Boys 2, the Saga Continues! We won'
of the hats in the back of my Porsche and So you better use caution, knowin I'm the boss and I'm sittin on pyramids, flossin I don't really gotta talk
like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to
you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on
it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty
it on the low, no gossip and no hype My rubber on tight on the jet on the runway Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday We dip Tuesday be back in town by
one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Verse One by Carl Thomas] Why did you
with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your
niggas They wouldnt believe me tho I do this shit tho Its 3:45 She pulled up to my house Grabbed my strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth Say
say It was just an old worn out Jeep Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet A young girl two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel
