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

Though I will disappear Into the street parade When I was waiting for your phone call The one that never came Like a man about to burst I was dying of thirst Though I will never fade Or get lost in this daze It's not too hard to cry

When you touch me in that way, I just don't know what to do, love I'm so in love You don't seem to understand me when I say I'm feeling blu love I can't get you out my mind You send me pictures I ain't calling crisis You send the pictures If your harp is

Everybody say When you hear the call It's the code word No matter where you say it Come on, baby tell me what's the word You've got to get it underway You know that you'll be heard

Can't be getting mad what, you mad? Can't handle that Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at? 'Cause I'm out, four in the

Check check calling patient patient patient number one Make sure that you sign out sign out out when your done Make sure you grab a sucker on the way and out the door And make your next appointment and come back and get some more Head back eyes close

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

It's gettin' better all the time I don't stop breathin' every time the phone rings My heart don't race when someone's at my door I've almost given up thinkin' you're ever gonna call I don't believe in magic anymore I just don't lie awake at night, Askin'

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,