When I turn on the TV it seems their winning all the time So I pray to God to please show me a sign Has anybody seen my mind I would never ever leave
Roy It's the mind of a magic in true Your own thoughts play the game In the magical wonders they do The mind in the magic is you Move of the head And
I gotta let you go I gotta let you go No more sleepless nights I gotta let you go I gotta let you go I need a man who treats me right I want somebody
I Waste Your Time YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA BE MINE (Repeat)
one without the other one Would be needing something more We are the shadow and the light Always love me (And) never leave me now (And) now you are the other
low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it Instead of using their mind or their fist, they
He's the sort of guy who would leave you in a k-hole To go play Halo in the other room Remember while you were bereaving Michael's death He was over
I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I don
strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps But
The girl is mine Michael, we're not going to fight about this, okay? Paul, I think I told you, I'm a lover not a fighter I've heard it all before, Michael
out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew And to you other
't stop myself writing a funky rap or two So free your dull-ass mind your funky ass will follow Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
from here, [it's madness that's going on in the ] After the storm is clear... [world today, so what I've gotta do is] [open up my mind, and then try
and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit, this mic on? Speakin' my thoughts, nigga You catch a hundred if you speakin' in court Yeah, I'm feelin' like Michael
Robert: Oh, ooh, oh, ooo, yeah uh, ooh, woah, Brian: there's no other love there's nobody else I'm thinking of only a baby as special how could i
fuckin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit Biggety buttah shit
get my mind back O say can you see I get back its still just a black and white tv In lyin color brother Gots to getaway to the other. [verse 2] Never
to vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect They called us ill, we're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael
