You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked. So baby I ask you... A man out of sync with his own program, trying to find some kind of inner link. I should have known it from the start

In and out of love with you I never loved someone The way that I love you I keep on fallin' I, I, I, I'm fallin' I'm fallin' In and out of love Sometimes I love ya

I am searching for the answers And I look around I'm dreaming about tomorrow I'm thinking of yesterday I consume myself in sorrow This moment in time Is what I betray Sometimes I get sad

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you

Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching You must be laughing Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these vain promises on

Every picture tells a story don't it? Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Once I lived the life of a millionaire Spending my money, with never a care Takin' all my friends out for a good time Drinkin' high-priced liquor, champagne and wine; Then I began to fall so low; Didn't have a

It wears her out It wears me out It wears him out All the time A green plastic watering can For a fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,

The hearts of men In the hearts of men What I tell you, nigga When I come out of jail, what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right Hey Quik, let me get them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars Yeah nigga, time to ride