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Lost In Reality Words Get In The Way

brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got pulled up Damn, my reality just set in And even when the Phantom's leased, them hos wanna get in

old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time

club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the DJ's playing them hits oh this my jam, this my sh-t we dont know a word to a verse

bars What a way to show ya love back, homie you a friend for life For your crime I'm doin' time in the Penn tonight It's bad enough I lost a family,

t a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only get by A, coincidence that so many are lost And do prison time 'fore

s get to the nitty gritty Me and Mike, two months, trump, Atlantic city Yo, you got this you gonna bust dude up Yeah, you can be my trainer Word up?

all outta whack And don't bother with excuses whether white or black To blame it on a color won't get a result Because history reveals to me how ethics were lost In reality

to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic

make it last, make it last We make it last, make it last I was so lost without you I was lost without you My every wish and dream Became reality 2000