Seeking no truth winning is all Find it so grim so true so real The ultimate in vanity Exploiting their supremacy I can't believe the things you say Justice is lost justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done I can't believe I

Now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Finally I'm right where I should be. Like when you grow up doing donuts in the parking lot, You hit the station, go insane, and when the kick-drum drops You know, now I'm feeling just like Woody Allen. Hey, and

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Chains on shining, you can see me riding You don't wanna find out, better off lying Cocaine lined up, secrets that I'm hidin' Baby, I'ma dive in, I don't put the time in Even if I try hard, I ain't gonna make it We ain't gonna make it, we ain't gonna

One two three four If you put this scene on a movie screen Is it called a helping hand? If the world gets me Where I'm supposed to be Will I know I've made it then? It's so hard (To the good part?) These things take time

You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day and night of you Scheme just for the sight of you I've been consulted by Franklin D. But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you I've been around the world in a plane Settled

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

I won't let this build up inside of me She isn't real I can't make her real She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em