Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right (And we say) Hell yeah Fuckin' right, all right Interviews are like confessions Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single?

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

I could talk all day long about the news, Giving you the current affairs and my views I could talk all night long about a song, Giving you the pointers on where you’re going wrong I could talk all year long about the net and sending You the links I think

I hope that I can turn back the time To make it all alright, all alright for us I'll promise to build a new world for us two With you in the middle Staring at two different views on your window ledge Coffee is going cold, it's like time froze There you

The view's a whole lot better second time around Too much of me was hidden in the shadows I looked up and felt my feet lift off the ground Now I'm looking up more than I look down I'm looking up more than I look down Looking up, looking up Figuring out

My collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally

(Dying, yeah, yeah, gangstas, gangstas, gangstas) I made a decision last night that I would die for it Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it (Tried to kill me but they still want the views) Yeah, for the dogs dem, you know Man when shit

Uh, Lamar stated his views Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? Are we gonna live or die? So I was takin' a walk the other day And I seen a woman, a blind woman Pacin' up and down the sidewalk She seemed to be a bit frustrated

Don't wanna feel like drifting away People have a tragic habit Of letting love get in the way They tend to lose their overviews and overplay There is something I wanna say, to say I feel like drifting away You and I have separate lives girl You and I go

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is