You must know that I'll follow you It's the same thing again, But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now, I've not opened my mouth, Can you read my mind so easily? A feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort, saying give

What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to living big dog style and straight coasting Back when Cube, was rolling with Lorenzo in

I've come way too far for this I've worked way too hard for this But we live in dark places, dark places Dark places I've put in too much work I've dealt with too much hurt I've dealt too much hurt People say I'm pissed off 'Cause I like to shit talk

And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the good guy Here we go, again, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me

Somebody's knocking Should I let em in Lord we're just starting But where will it end You tell me that there's love here, but, to me, it's blatant That with all the blood here, I'm dealing with Satan Plus with all the hating, it's hard to keep peace (uh

Wales, certainly in the more central and Southern parts, it'll be a fine dry day Good deal of sunshine to begin with Clouding over somewhat later on. But for Scotland, Northern Ireland and er Back in south-westerly for. Showers, good.

To deal with you the way you like Cashed out, my neck is frozen Careful when we're mixing potion Slashin' like Guns N' Roses You got options but I been chosen The way you like it I never really talk about dick that I wanna give you Or places I wanna get

My head was like a flame It was burning up, burning up It was burning up Well we all get strange And we know it But we're cool with it And we all get a little bit older In this day and age But we deal with it

Baby, baby, baby I got so much love in me Oh baby, baby Cause if you gonna get me off You got to love me deep Well, you want my heart, and all my time But it won't be there if you can't deal with my mind I require plenty conversation with my sex Time and

Come some more into my sight If you're dealing war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit It's kind of funny how life