We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! Roll out, straight to the ATL Coming from the

Subliminal love, love, love She'll have you hypnotized with that 'come kiss me' smile And that touch that says you're gonna stay a while She's got that subliminal love That hair that falls like waves crashing on her skin In those ocean eyes saying jump

We about the.. girl Y'all niggaz got it twisted, huh? That liquor up in you, you charged That truth come out when you drunk Yo' ass won't make it to see tomorrow We step up in the club with one thing (one thing) On our mind, that's leave with something

(Come to me) Somewhere there my fate revealed I hear but how will I see A lady with a violin playing to the seals Hearken to the sound of calling Who tied my hands to the wheel? The zodiac turns over me I tied myself to the wheel The winds talk to my

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

Without sin I can't make religion As without sin there's no whoredom And when in my heart god becomes a harlot I shall sin, sin, sin again ("...Every world has its space Every life has its time Every mass has its god Every god has his guillotine... ") To

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night Nobody's romancing, 'cause it's too early for dancing But here comes the music With the rest of the clowns Sweepin' the floors, open up the doors Bright light's flashing They cover up

It'll take you to the other side 'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride I don't need to see the other side We're going to the other side Right here, right now, I put the offer out I don't wanna chase you down I know you see it, you

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

Laughing with your girlfriends Not a care in the world, not a burden on your mind It was a matter of time You're looking for a way out I can feel it Come on, show me where it hurts Maybe I can heal it Your feelings are your own Now you keep 'em under