Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it It's hard, believe me I've tried I'm sorry, mother I'm sorry, I let you down Well, these days I'm fine No these days I tend to lie I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam Just by

So we love how she fit inna the clothes With the fat piece of twingy twanga exposed (God Knows) Gal model and gal no stop pose Cause you naw drop off like Mikey J's nose (It shows) Top gal and me well want a doe so come on Baby girl it's time to get

Hey little girl looking for a sale Hey little girl on a spending spree I don't come cheap but the kisses come free Hey little girl with the cash to burn Well, I'm selling something you won't return Hey little girl, take me off the shelf 'Cause it's hard

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Standing in the corner Studying the lights Dreaming of escape Could be up at night Someone put the fares up Got me in raise So guess it's better to stay Well, come on and say Well, the food's gonna find us

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop Where you must sign a life long contract as well You're so lucky to grow and age Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer Mucus built on your brain But you tell me to keep on praying Really this is a

I'm sitting on top of the world Well it's been a long day but i don't like to moan It's the middle of summer and i'm chilled to the bone There's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks I was talking to a

Well, well, well So I can die easy The devil's gonna make up my dying bed When it comes to bury me Put a fifth of rum in my hand Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I can't take it to the promised land Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much