And freedom tastes of reality An' I'm waiting for you to follow me How can we follow? If I told you what it takes To reach the highest high You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple' But you've been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door

Ooh everything that I told you Ooh you just smile and then you Kiss and tell Everything I say Stuck inside your little web Everybody wants to know, yeah Lips that lie Cover your track Sold me out and

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

Goodbye, goodbye Well you don't want to see the girl I want to be Then why, then why should I listen If you don't want to do the things I need from you Yeah, you really tried But I was planted all the lies you told me, oh All the shit you've done You

Where are all my bitches tonight? I told her hold it down She fucking with the plug, told her “Come over now" Bring me some more bitches tonight Yeah, I bought a hunnid rounds She asking for fifty, threw a hunnid thou Bring me some more bitches tonight,

She never felt so right I said yes oh baby Bring it on me tonight She said uuuh aaaah She asked me my name And I told her its Gyptian Immediately She say boy I gotta give you something And I said baby quickly

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from

Bringing together you and me Taking in that frequency, yeah Of the love that we should know Slow down pretending that you know Where we're supposed to go through generations Of just getting told, don't question the control Working on to buy a life before

I came to fuck this shit up Yeah I came to fuck this shit up We came to fuck this shit up You know why I came, you know why I came While we on the beat goin' up I got the rythme in my cup Told my Rollie we cuttin' the rug Yeah these bitches, they swear

Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Be like this (False prophets) Yeah, false prophets Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of