I guess its just another I talk to you every every now and and then I never felt so alone again Just you wait and and see (just you wait and and see) As school life is a It is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone? I stop to think at a wishing well My thoughts send me on

I can’t believe that someone like you Surrenders every every element of you And And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do it Then Then I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror

Every Every now and and then How will I know? How will I walk slow? When I see my willing heart You're still on my screen Every Every now and and then, every every now and and then It's a strange spell that we watch for There's a glare from the sun and and the servent The first time your

No one sees No one knows the pain No one sees what I see in you No one feels the same No one sees myself like you do DJ mash up, then mash up the deck The microphone champ is live and and direct Tek time, everyting's live and and that

But does it matter then then See everything go End of all things The life that we know Shift your point of view You've been warned This one-way ticket is for you When all the laughter dies We'll see nothings and and realize

I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours Get it, text message I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every every bone and and muscle Steady taking

How are you still holding on? One day it's here and and then it's gone On your own Through the eyes of someone else You and and everybody else What's it all about You've felt this way for far too long Waiting for a change to come You know you're not the only one

Letting everything go And And then they say (hey) and then then they say Now Now this would be a beautiful death Jumping out the window No one man should have all that power (21st century schizoid man) The clock's tickin', I just count the hours 'Til then then, fuck that,

What happened in hip hop That got Pac and and big shot The thicks blocks Now Now every every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then then get shot

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every every now and and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye Who the jiggy