police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to
a tiny red strip all i really know is how to be myself i never tried to change my image just to sell i wanted to be famous i wanted to have trainers
right now, I put my project library on it Pun gone I'm the new Puerto Rico guy ? I don't want it with the B-O-I your rap image mad gimmick, he no lie
up, but misplaced the directions they learned ignored the arrows and the signs just follow the sense I don't know whether or not you can comprehend levers and knobs got stripped
't understand Why his beloved land has turned its back on the brave He's haunted by images of hell He faced so many years ago Dreaming the images of
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed Being so real sometimes is a slow kill We was one squad, you broke out like Michael Scofield I want fillet mignon, you want
only wanted my wealth Still I ended up loving you more than I love myself Five year's prom bitches taking down off the shelf Ate your pussy imaging you
her when she was 32. Me and my Aunt, the vicar, and the man who dug The hole. She said she didn't want to be cremated and wanted a cheap coffin so The
't I able to see? Until you looked right through and stripped a part of me When you look in the mirror, you see what you want to see When you look in
Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball (Chorus) Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip Spittin' image
rib cage. That's What'll happen you act dumb. Silencers on the gat. It sound like i'm clappin a cap gun. I'm from where they dump heat. Dudes that want
their lives for such a soap box to leave behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it
a silence falls, and everything changes Everything dies, to you nothing's alive, to you anymore I guess you've gotten more than you may have wanted
Everybody wants the hero, who just wants the man? Who fights with his devils and does the best he can Everybody wants a playa, I just wanna be friends
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed Being so real sometimes is a slow kill We was one squad, you broke out like Mike Schofield I want fillet mignon, you want
rooms under American management? Victimized Demoralized Brutalized Dehumanized Locked down under freedom?s internment Never convicted or even charged with a crime Stripping
(feat. Common) Everybody wants the hero Who just wants the man? Who fights with his devils And does the best he can Everybody wants a playa I just wanna
