Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

And the wills of the river Leads you here Where the wind it is yielding And the light it is clear To rest upon forever Or to live for one more day No I won't restrain the morning I'll get ready for this spring Oh see them planets shining

Get it get it, get it get it (oh) Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place (Are you ready) Leaving behind my name, and age (Like that) I really wanna dance, tonight with you I really wanna do what

Get ready to jump Are you ready to jump? Don't ever look back, oh baby Yes, I'm ready to jump Just take my hands I can make alone There's only so much you can learn in one place All work and no fighting, I'll find a place of my own Get ready to, are you

Slumped up, slumped up try not to get fucked up Slumped up, back up, 'fore you get your head bust (Scum Gang!) Pharaoh Vice Got this FN on my body, if you feeling froggy Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi- If you run up bitch I'm sorry,

But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore While digesting Reader's

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are

I've got the best you've ever seen I don't need no one to hose me down And I'm a heatseeker (Oooh, we're gettin' ready

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday Sunday, but on Thursday, Thursday You are thirsty oh, on Thursday, baby Get ready, oh, on Thursday Just wait on Thursday, baby Only Thursday Girl, get beautiful

Yeah, your lips keep gettin’ in the way You know we should’ve called it a night, babe But goodbye’s something I can’t say Oh, oh, I said thirty more minutes, thirty minutes ago And oh, oh, but we’re still right here and you already know that I should