Murder, murder I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about

You will become, In time, become. In time, this won't even matter This chapter will be long under grass And we'll talk about everything till it's easier Your beauty is nothing compared to what And we talked about talk of a gold ring And you brought me

I think we have an emergency Cause I've seen love die way too many times Because I won't stop holding on So, are you listening? So, are you watching me? It's really not your fault To talk about it When it deserved to be alive (It deserved to be alive)

There's no one else around you Not that I was waiting, vision ever fading Heading for the deep end Soon as I remember, baby, I surrender I just need to breathe out Decisions are approaching, reality in motion Talk about it highly It made my heart run in

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

I bet you want the goodies. Bet you thought about it. Got you all hot and bothered. Mayb' 'cause I talk about it. Looking for the goodies Keep on lookin' 'cause they stay in the jar My goodies, my goodies, my goodies Not my goodies! I got a sick

Bring me down, it’s not that easy Lay me down, just please don’t leave me But, knew that you were absolute in doubt It wasn’t somethin' that I thought about I just really wanna talk to you again That’s how I know that I'ma haunt you in the end Runnin' up

Hey Bob I'm looking at what Jack was talking about And it's definitely not a particle that's nearby. It is a bright object and it's obviously rotating because it's flashing, It's way out in the distance, certainly rotating in a very rhythmic fashion

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

I bet you want the goodies. Bet you thought about it. Got you all hot and bothered. Mayb' 'cause I talk about it. Looking for the goodies Keep on lookin' 'cause they stay in the jar My goodies, my goodies, my goodies Not my goodies! I got a sick