ink on the white pad And I'm thinking of life, Anne and wrong and right Anne And sometimes I'm right and sometimes I might Cannot find the light still my rhymes are
bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the
am the One, One, One oh oh! I can bring the roofs down One by One. But I can't be won. I can't stop myself from being the first One, first One. Being the One
? You got your cigarette I got my headset We're two of a kind You're spades and I'm diamonds And you know that too Yeah you can see clearly That I am the one
just watch me I I I I I'm fresher then fresh One step ahead of the rest Two steps ahead of whoever you thought was best So really though oh oh So many things to me are
Feet are feeling light Head on out to see the sights Ain't life a many splendored thing? Ducking up and down All these crazy sights and sounds Bounce
seconds Till' next time again Listen One, two, three Four, five Six, seven Eight, nine We couln't change it If we tryed One, two, three, four
hearts were broken No one stirred, was it love? Did we ever know the meaning of the word? Now there's a moon rising In the cold and distant skies And
and dismiss it, like fuck it And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self 'TIl about two am and
[Utterson] You have your work And nothing more ! You are possessed- What is your demon ? You've never been This way before- Where is the fire
big debut He gets the blame and loses to Franklin Roosevelt, president who Helped us win in World War Two Harry Truman, weird little human Serves two terms and
me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times
of love And what we'll do for it Two walk through the fire And just go through with it To cancel your doubt And fly into the sun To go without And feel
just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming
you say? Are you in? Livin' in sin is the new thing, yeah Are you in? I am countin' 1, 2, 3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught
tired of waiting on you Ring ring ring goes the telephone The lights are on but there's no one home Tick tick tock it's a quarter to two And I'm done
much worse" Vs. "No one should ever feel like" I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds These words are all
to anyone but myself (Oh, oh) It's a three and two pitch to walk to anywhere else, no The drums are four on the floor She's back to the bedroom for one
