Tekster:
Strung Out Talking To Myself

day as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit talk about the things that no one ever wants to hear talk

day as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit talk about the things that no one ever wants to hear talk

by intelligence, 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

be waking soon and in the east Clouds are strung out behind the moon Chasing her into the light wake up I ain't lying here awake by myself you better

All these broken dreams have made me see That I am strung out, somebody rescue me Well, do I have to tell you that I love you? Do I have to tell you that

interviewer threatened me with a microphone, 'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.' So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out

back Watch ya back, die, die, die, die Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I once knew Use to be a dime now she's strung out in Bellevue See the

with a microphone 'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.' So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and

7, Puff:] Say what? [line 8, Puff:] Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE! [Chorus w/ Puffy talking silently while B.I.G. sings] You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself