Chorus:
It`s something that you can`t deny cuz I feel.
The more I feel, the more i make u believe
Ain`t nothing yet, I got some more on my sleeve
So be warned
I quess it`s on
s*** ain`t wrong
Feel my phon (unit of loudness)
Verse 2:
Approximatly twenty years from now I still be rocking some s*** whom are
beyond all your vows.
I`m pavin on with this path on yo left, I see you try te keep up, but I
took your breath.
So many have bin waiting on this so view have tried and still got
dismissed, you might consider this provocation aint nothing like that,
this aint inflated, s*** is levitated; sophisticated so creative.
So many m*********d when they heared for the first time and now they tape
it.
It`s time yall bigga`s face aint nothing but the muze that I confiscated
So this one is dedicated to all you nonbelievers that just love to hate
me, so take it.
Chorus:
Verse 2:
U played it on my lecture, but forgot to see the whole perspective, so
whom you rejected is the next inline, the first one to be elected.
s*** is manufactured with love, to hot too handle and to refined to
dodge.
So where yall be hanging out is way to crowded, so i`m take some risk no
doubt about it.
My s*** is bounded for life, where yall surface I`ll take my chances and
dive deep.
Cuz I don`t wanne hang in no backpackke kiddy leguea and sleep.
So please do get me wrond keep talking about the past and where it all
began.
So I`ll just move and cruz along while yall keep nagging about the same
old song, so long
Bridge versie 1:
I`ll bet u that my s*** will go down
Right there in memorylane and that`s where it will haunt
You and yours for the rest of your lifes and yall be thinking about your
(selfinflicted) purist haven twice
I rolled some dice, took some risks, payed my prize and still (I) drop my
s*** and that`s regardless what yall think of it
There ye go I salute u. another classic
Bridge versie 2:
Well you know my s*** aint overrated
But do dwell in ye self inflicted purist haven
I wont tell ye girl about you claiming I`m wrong, I move on, I groove on,
I rock on (Let`s get it on)...
It`s something that you can`t deny cuz I feel.
The more I feel, the more i make u believe
Ain`t nothing yet, I got some more on my sleeve
So be warned
I quess it`s on
s*** ain`t wrong
Feel my phon (unit of loudness)
Verse 2:
Approximatly twenty years from now I still be rocking some s*** whom are
beyond all your vows.
I`m pavin on with this path on yo left, I see you try te keep up, but I
took your breath.
So many have bin waiting on this so view have tried and still got
dismissed, you might consider this provocation aint nothing like that,
this aint inflated, s*** is levitated; sophisticated so creative.
So many m*********d when they heared for the first time and now they tape
it.
It`s time yall bigga`s face aint nothing but the muze that I confiscated
So this one is dedicated to all you nonbelievers that just love to hate
me, so take it.
Chorus:
Verse 2:
U played it on my lecture, but forgot to see the whole perspective, so
whom you rejected is the next inline, the first one to be elected.
s*** is manufactured with love, to hot too handle and to refined to
dodge.
So where yall be hanging out is way to crowded, so i`m take some risk no
doubt about it.
My s*** is bounded for life, where yall surface I`ll take my chances and
dive deep.
Cuz I don`t wanne hang in no backpackke kiddy leguea and sleep.
So please do get me wrond keep talking about the past and where it all
began.
So I`ll just move and cruz along while yall keep nagging about the same
old song, so long
Bridge versie 1:
I`ll bet u that my s*** will go down
Right there in memorylane and that`s where it will haunt
You and yours for the rest of your lifes and yall be thinking about your
(selfinflicted) purist haven twice
I rolled some dice, took some risks, payed my prize and still (I) drop my
s*** and that`s regardless what yall think of it
There ye go I salute u. another classic
Bridge versie 2:
Well you know my s*** aint overrated
But do dwell in ye self inflicted purist haven
I wont tell ye girl about you claiming I`m wrong, I move on, I groove on,
I rock on (Let`s get it on)...