the turning point there's nothing to be done we're darkness and light I'm disappearing into you your mind is like a maze you can't see my point of view
I could walk through fire I never thought that I could take the burn I never had the strength to take it higher Until I reached the point of no return
, I hear you baby Claiming you a bad bitch, show me baby I'm a wild boy, you tryin' tame me, baby To the where I get it from the high Can you keep me
will do When you dance to your darkest tune Surrounded as you crawl around the room Night time fever burning till you're higher Take me over lead me
boss Tell him that your daddy's home Take a couple days off And take it off and leave nothing but your t-shirt and your panties on Feelin' high but
I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
. It's from me to you [me to you]. It's just our point of view. It's just our point of view [point of view, point of view, point of view]. Yeah,
our point of view, it's just our point of view Point of view, point of view, yeah And that's why I stay high So high, so high like, la dee dah dah dah
doom, prepare for Satan So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn
forgot what you were sayin' today But don't forget about this feelin' that I'm makin' you get And all the calories you burn from me makin' you sweat The 'Mile High' points
I sold it you bought it you spread it you caught it you don't have to have a big dic T makes you feel proud I got to find a high point get it out for
I know had never yet been with a man its not that she wasn't attractive she was beautiful but its the way that she interacted she was aggressively passive to the point
Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Burn
the ruckus, Then I fix a few stitches, Badow! Blast my style back like you bitches, I forward forward with high punches, Spit the flame like Lui Kang, Burning
this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high Yo if you look up in the sky You might see us floating by Hey this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high
New York slang Even though we don't talk like that out here The point I'm tryina make comes out so clear You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash? You wanna burn
