I could turn back the hands of time We would be here together now in our minds Forever in my thoughts, shall your vision run Till the end of time, till times
if I could turn back the hand of time we would be together now in our mindsForever in my thought, shall your vision run till the end of time, till times
- it's eleven-thirty, My hand is getting dirty Snatchin' up things that probably can't be waitin' Now this is a vision of a violent life Livin' by a
, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a
Ah, ah, ah, ah ah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh La, la, la, la Ah, ah, ah, ah ah Once upon a time, we swore not to say goodbye Something got a hold of us,
Once upon a time I walked an easy road I didn't think I needed anyone I could make it on my own I never thought about tomorrow Just living day to day
not blind I've seen it, before, I'm takin' back my life You tried to trade on my naivety But the things you do and say embarrass me Seem once upon a time
a going back down maybe one more time Deep down home, october road And I might like to see that little friend of mine That I left behind once upon a time
future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A- Mole 17 hours a day PISCES
.. ahh.. ahh.. ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.. la la la.. ahh.. ahh.. ooh.. ahh.. ooh.. once upon a time, we swore not to say goodbye something got a hold
' the track bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!] Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly Keepin' on the down-low just like
em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (method man) Insane like
cause it's all tooted good On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin' the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla To whom it may concern: fool, I need a
planned, it was the perfect crime That was once upon a time, once upon a time That was once upon a time, once upon a time Once upon a time
Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to rock 'cause once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop
the dollar bill have my seeds holler for meals Mother swallow a pill, roads seem hollow but still grab a bottle to heal, it's like a noose of seventh
cuz it's all tooted good On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin' the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla To whom it may concern: fool, I need a
