look how big I've grown, grown in a haste. all thanks to the throne for the love I embrace. with the saints (ey), crying drying tears off my face. man this place is like a maze we going separate ways... but loving you wasn't part of the plan and now I understand why I'm afraid you gonn' run to your man when shit hits the fan. so lemme play a song that never ends, forever we gonn dance. but I ain't running short of friends, fuck your symphathy ; relax. I know a girl that went home with a broken heart, they say it takes 11weeks to heal but now it's the 11th month. coz everything a nigga want is opposite of what she got. but man I love her coz she's smart, and she fights for her life, keep her eyes on the price, pretty face, thicker thighs, superfly, voodoo smile, I'm hypnotised. kinda love that's televised. most of times we telling lies. so if we die we know we failed. one day we will have to rise, and get a chance to try again. look how big I've grown, grown in a haste. all thanks to the throne for the love I embrace. with the saints (ey), crying drying tears off my face. man this place is like a maze we going separate ways... I not interested in gimmicks, I keep my cool from start to finish. making songs with sadder lyrics, been through hell for a couple minutes. shoes off at my house. for thr bitches I dnt compromise. man I got a normal D, they jus want that foreign size. get the drinks, all on me. if they call, let it ring, if they fall, let it be. they be yawning, been asleep. this the song we love to sing. look how big I've grown, grown in a haste. all thanks to the throne for the love I embrace. with the saints (ey), crying drying tears off my face. man this place is like a maze we going separate ways... I not interested in gimmicks, I keep my cool from start to finish. making songs with sadder lyrics, been through hell for a couple minutes. shoes off at my house. for thr bitches I dnt compromise. man I got a normal D, they jus want that foreign size. get the drinks, all on me. if they call, let it ring, if they fall, let it be. they be yawning, been asleep. this the song we love to sing. Friday night, playing with the freaky things we like to bring. niggaz lazy lately they been leaning out that nicodene. stuck between the good and bad, somebody tell me what is sin. somebody tell me where to go for the spiritual quarantine.