There ain't nothin' common 'bout us In this ordinary world Where nothin' is enough Everything is grey Mistake your love for lust When I hold you in my arms I will die if I don't try Damned if I ask why This is somethin' real

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

We're gonna rock this country Every brown eyed boy every blue eyed girl Right out of this world Ah oo na na na C'mon, c'mon let's get something started C'mon, c'mon let's start something now Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl I woke up this morning

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

I'm not human Earth is too dense I don't really wanna be a part of this system, no nothing Manifest a better place for me, this one malfunctions Taking off into the universe, I gotta dismount off something Throw another fuckin' planet toward 'em 'Bout to

Is this shallow love? Or is it something real? You make it hard to deal Not knowin' if this is shallow love The way we live so well Can make it so hard to tell What you in it for? What you really in it for? Is a shallow love for real?

It's real and this here is all mine Dim the lights and we still gon' shine (gon' shine) So we turned nothing into something and we still got time (turn up) Take the wheel and we still gon' ride (keep ridin') For a lifetime, lifetime, yeah Lifetime,

So let a girl be down and come and get with me No time to play around, cause I'm for real baby I'm feelin' everything you do You know that you're feelin' this too So forget about them other chicks I know you and her got something goin' on And I respect

(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord knows I need something to fill this void Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know And I'm really happy about it And I'm not

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe