nobody knows Nobody knows no Nobody likes Nobody likes to lose their inner voice The one I used to hear before my life Made a choice But I think nobody
nobody knows Nobody knows no Nobody likes Nobody likes to lose their inner voice The one I used to hear before my life Made a choice But I think nobody knows
the one I love, on my mind "yeah" Walking in the rain with the people that I love, feels so fine "uha" Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my
I could use a glass of cold spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking, how young can you die from old age? They always tell me nobody'
and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (his fingers) Nobody
Everybody wants to be famous, Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless, People act shameless Tryna live like entertainers, Want a fat crib with the acres,
quot;do this.." I say, "i don't want to!" Trying to make up my own mind Got my own direction to find! Yeah, I know jimmy's cool and everyone
fifths on a shoppin trip 5000 Ones ya you know young wit it So high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city You know no replacements
all along We've been going in the same direction Going in the same direction Same direction (Same direction) So why does there only have to be One
drink I'm doin' time, how long I don't know. William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. John had only one, watch the mother mourn her
life? One day you'll understand (C'mon!) They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the fuck, you think you talkin' to? (Who the fuck) Live and direct
with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know
if you roll with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM) You know
s the residency Consist in currency, my pockets never empty Some cats, believe they M C, but we know they all fraud Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know
music Yo, one, two, one, two one, two That's how we usually start, once again it's the thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the Prime Minister thought This directed
registration system of True School University representing universally you have added hip hop ethics one two zero for those that don't know school's
