Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm

Didn't mean to two-time ya, two-time ya Don't think it was three times, can't be more than four times You wet my eyes but I don't mind it I tell you lies but it's only sometimes You pick a fight and I'll define it I swear that I, I swear that I I only

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

Yes I'm movin' Hot time get it while it's easy Don't mind come on up and see me Rag doll, livin' in a movie Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam Rag doll baby won't you do me like you done

Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too

All the world know what I'm saying The world know fine well Get your bearing, know your time Don't you worry, weather's fine Get together, work it out Simplicity is what it's about

I’ll fly beyond the sun Before too long I’ll say goodbye to my burdens Someday, somehow I wonder what it's like to live on cloud nine Where everything's fine all of the time I wonder how it feels to be unafraid Day after day after it rains I wonder what

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it It's hard, believe me I've tried I'm sorry, mother I'm sorry, I let you down Well, these days I'm fine No these days I tend to lie I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam Just by

Soothing repeat I look down at my feet It's a hypnotist's arm And it works like a charm But I won't be deprived Real worlds, surreal life There is time Go to sleep You'll be fine