Tekster:
Strung Out Every Breath You Take

Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you Every single day Every word you say Every game

Everything ain't hardcore you know I can't sing but my man I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you You know, take the edge off, you know what I'

'll never see you again Feeding frenzy, catfish stomach, empty oceans Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the plank of burning books And if you're

all messed You're the sweetest fruit, you can stone my soul You can heal my hurt You make my split heart whole You got me strung out, I started laughing You

a part of you please don't tell me you're useless with threaded lip my hands went numb to feel like you I should have known you were no angel by the

throat I can't breath so I lick it Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick And if it takes the death of me, to make history The whole

now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin out of their seats

all messed You're the sweetest fruit you can stone my soul You can heal my hurt You make my split heart whole You got me strung out I started laughing You

[Jay-Z] Everything ain't hardcore you know I can't sing but my man I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you You know, take the edge off, you know