every way, giving this man his Everyday reincarnation Every time his heart is feeling blue Touched by the music he can move on through A rich girl in a private jet Holds on
ever fuck with the seventh bitch (Intro: Ras Kass) Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' with the worst One, come on, come on,
ditch Flies buzzin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb Blowing through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowing every time you move
Rita's out on the street tonight Drivin' through the rain She's got lots of new reasons not to trust any man again And even though she'll be alright She
i'm playin' shortstop, batting fourth in the line-up, the opposing pitcher's a right-hander with an unorthodox wind-up. and a good move to first, throws
So check the way you move On your complexes Inferiority complex I got you carrying glocks and tecs And got you feeling hesitant To step on stage and
Yes, Elvis has left the building (And that goes for your little dog, too And that goes for your little dog, too) Move away for the seventh inning stretch
shit took place Fake niggas on the ground, fakin moves in BK Yo they coming far beyond, coming to Brook-lan Never think it could happen when shit lives on
the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move
chthonic deities of the ancient world were once offered solemnly beneath the stygian skies of this sweltering place, I wonder? What sublime power awaits
of order, gotta knock on Uncle Kevin's door But it's really scary, cuz he live way on the seventh floor And she was out on 2, the older brother still
t ever fuck with the seventh bitch [Intro: Ras Kass] Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' with the worst One, come on, come on
