between, dream and this cold world Helplessly trying to keep Little bit of my sanity sand's running out of my hourglass Quietly I start to wait the burning
it all [Pre-chorus] There's no love... [Chorus] Who is The One? who will you turn to? (and) when the day is done who's The One you fear? The world
ball tells it all [Pre-chorus] There's no love... [Chorus] Who is The One? who will you turn to? (and) when the day is done who's The One you fear
in between, dream and this cold world Helplessly trying to keep Little bit of my sanity sand's running out of my hourglass Quietly I start to wait the burning
some headroom Cause she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose I never sat her on the bench she my starting hose I'm on point at Game time, y'all
like a dad And all those flames that burned before him Now he's gonna firefight, got cool the bad You know that I love you, boy Hot like Mexico, rejoice At this point
like a dad Draw those flames that burn before him Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad You know that I love you boy Hot like Mexico, rejoice At this point
lie, who knows Bit more, there's something missing I'm missing the point I did before I'm sorry that I'm always the one To make you feel that burn
don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger Catch one
burn If you got beef, we come back like a tax return We get money, hold money, no quotas We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive Aiyyo, I burn
[Chorus - Lil Wayne] X2 Hey See me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me
was a stone no-one knew that I was there I'd sing my song but no-one ever really cared I went to the mountain face all covered
you made mommy sad And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'? "That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin I get the point, fine
it" "You make me.." **laughter** "Oh yeah" **echoed** "You make me.." **laugther** "Oh yeah" **echoed** "Get on it" **echoed** [Kardinal Offishall] Theoretical arts of my mind burns
spin You know round and round Switch gears till your love come down I take you to the point of no return If you listen you learn Just how a nigga earn I got money to burn
I ain't the violent type, I'm a nice guy Light skin, light eyes Who dreamed of a totally, totally different type of American sliced pie Two point one
