in my brain chow downstairs see the man He's gonna make it all look gay, I can't be myself I can't be myself And I don't wanna talk taking a cure, so
Turns out I never had a thought at all I've been talking in my sleep, reciting teleprompted anthems - a marionette Strung tight to the executives upstairs
Working for the wrong man Dreaming of the perfect tan And theBeautiful voices Telling you what you are and The death of poetry on the pages of a magazine Strung out
Now I don?t really want to play myself so I say to myself Son get a grip and don?t slip 'Cause I don?t want you to think I?m some clown from out of town
enough), she's the sweetest stuff (ohh) Ain't no doubt (no doubt..), so strung out (strung out..) Ain't no doubt (i said it ain't no doubt), so strung out
Tales Talk about a bleeding piano Right, this is a lovely little song now about the ups and downs of life Come on Come on Go I'm sick of you tasting
couldn't give a damn I need 5 free minutes for myself All strung out, the reason's gone All bent in and leaned upon I give myself a talking to Before
grey sky man is talking to the sidewalk once again your perfect vision of the world it goes unheard as the rain falls down on your head it slips inside
one else And I will mean it, even when I'm talkin' to myself I said baby, it's you and only you and no one else Talkin' to myself Talkin' to myself
three hundred for my beat machine My body, I keeps it clean, by eating vegetables While you claim indestructible I made em feel uncomfortable By talking
she's the sweetest stuff (ohh) Ain't no doubt (no doubt..), so strung out (strung out..) Ain't no doubt (i said it ain't no doubt), so strung out (
? line 7, Puff: Say what? line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE! Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why
hell Where like Nanbu I don't go down well He can't tell that when oblivion It's a ditch strung out, routine as well Making fools out of the best of
myself If anyone can hear me slap some sense into me But you turn your head and I end up talking to myself Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated
you dream at night But I never can quite I ain't lying here awake by myself You better wake up There's something I want to talk to you about You better
one in my brain chow downstairs see the man he's gonna make it all look gay I can't be myself I can't be myself and I don't wanna talk taking a cure so
break Down downstairs to the man He's gonna make it all ok I can't beat myself I can't beat myself And I don't want to talk I'm taking the cure so I
, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking