Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Be like this (False prophets) Yeah, false prophets Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of

As we walk down the country lanes, Hear the wind within the trees, Telling mother nature 'bout you and me Ah caught you smiling at me, That's the way it should be, Like a leaf is to a tree, so fine Ah all the good times we had, I sang love songs so glad

Take the Heartland Take the Heartland with a sense of revenge Take the Heartland and make it look easy Should I kill you with my sword, yeah? Or should I kill you with this word? I’m gonna hide my heart behind the peacock’s fan And keep my friends real

Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The memory of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms

When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind And the man you love, he hurts you all the time You love him more when you should love him less I pick up behind him and take his mess He love

For your honor You will slaughter Every one of your daughters It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger Thirsting to avenge it's soiled pride I see a mad man You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their

'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap Negates the pains I went through to avoid you And every little pat on the shoulder for attention Fails to mention I still hate you But there's a light on in Chicago And I know I should be home All the

Isn't it good Norwegian wood? I once had a girl Or should I say she once had me She showed me her room She asked me to stay And she told me to sit anywhere So I looked around And I noticed there wasn't a chair I sat on a rug biding my time

Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with

Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar Now he is Nastrodamus Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back You want to ball till you fall, I can help you with that You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat