End of times, just kill the quietude Hear my cries, and start the countdown Bury my crimes, somewhere deep within It's not that complicated Simply I just worship chaos No peace of mind from quietude Haunting nightmares follow thru The panic that lingers

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah) They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the

Come away come away now You won't stand from a fall Hear me say it 'Cause your too close to me to come You say you're a minute from the deep end You cut cold the courtesy it's sink or swim now and your body's aching for a breath I'll give it to you With

If you wanna hold me If you wanna know me again If you wanna love me I've been at the bottom The deep end of the ocean Barely surviving by the dark side of her street Tell her you belong to me Tell her you're mine That you have been blind

Lions and tigers come running Just to steal your luck Cry me a future Where the revelations run amok Ladies and gentlemen Life is my friend Out on the farm we'll be Swimming with the mother duck Deep in the mitten where

Is that lost on you? Ho, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh Is that lost on you? Let's raise a glass or two To all the things I've lost on you, ho, oh Tell me, are they lost on you? Oh, oh Just that you could cut me loose, ho, oh After everything I've lost on you So

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it

Survival of the fit only the strong survive We livin' this til the day that we die (We still livin' it) (Thug life, we still livin' it) Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa be No doubt indeed, without weed, know what I'm sayin'? That old real shi'