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Tormented to destruction by your own success
Compounded when you realise your shallowness
You couldn t get arrested everything s a mess
A curious situation that needs some redress

There s no crime in being a trier
There s no crime in being too small
I don t wanna wee in your fire
There s no crime in being at all

There s no sense in being a liar
It s time that you fell on your sword

Come on baby, do it in the oven
It s time to turn the gas on
Come on baby, throw your body over
Count up to three and then jump

You blew it, you knew it
The bubble has burst
There ain t nobody left to put the blame on

Come on baby throw the number seven
I wanna get back home

I wanna climb out of the mire
I wanna come in from the storm
I don t wanna be a livewire
I don t wanna be here at all

There s no sense in being a liar
The fact is I m totally bored

Come on baby, do it in the oven
It s time to turn the gas on
Come on baby, throw your body over
Count up to three and then jump

You blew it, you knew it
The bubble has burst
There ain t nobody left to put the blame on

Come on baby throw the number seven
I wanna get back home

When your body hits the floor
All that pain will be no more
Complete the circle left undone
By looking after number one

See the role that you fulfil
Spoilt child of overkill
How could you have had so much
And not recognise the blessing

How sweet to be
With peace of mind
Don t you see
I m begging you please

Moi je ferai semblant d’avoir rien su
Devant tout ceux qui n’ont rien vu
Je ferai semblant devant les autres
Pour qui la tromperie est une faute
Je ferai semblant de te sourire
Même si j’ai mal à en mourir
Je ferai semblant de...

Lately when I m talking
I ve been talking to myself
My friends say they don t notice
But they do cause I can tell
I wake up mad every morning
And I go to bed mad at night
My mind ain t...

Didn t you want to hear
The sound of all the places we could go
Do you fear
The expressions on the faces we don t know
It s a cold hard road when you wake up
And i don t think that i
Have the strength to let you go

Maybe it s just me, couldn...

Foxy Brown:
Yo, it s the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer
With the visor twist back its the #1 stunner
Back on the block with some shit that the cops had banned
I cease niggas like the Taliban
16 in. starelords in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas
and the dappour...

Yo man I got some sick ass shit, I got all kinds of bongs
I got fuckin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope shit
I got superbowls, I got fuckin skunk weed, I got skillz
Listen I ll get me on the court, you know what I m saying?...