Without a single breath Between us (between us) Hey girl, you've lucked out All the other girls they can only stare That boy, he's so beautiful Sleeping in the chair I've found what heart is It's being next to you I've found what heart is,

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Waiting in the security line I was mad as hell that I might miss my plane I felt so stupid being mad After seeing her so sad I need to check my heart I need to watch my mouth Have a little more faith A little less doubt, it ain't that hard to figure out

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

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all Somebody to have Now the day bleeds I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to

I often dream of huge numb buildings Jet-black sinister architecture Being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden That few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one Imagining its weight its silence

But, then the answers that you know just prove you wrong, Gotta have a little faith to fall back on And then all that you've got left is being strong, Gotta find a little faith to fall back on People know that love is what they want, They get caught up

You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby Well, like being hit by a fallen tree Woman, what you do to me Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair Man she knocked me out the way she wears her hair Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the

You don't have to be old to be wise I grow sick and tired of the same old lies Might look a little young So what's wrong I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing