protest, yeah, you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better
should protest, yeah, you should picket me I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak I'm out in left field, I'm speaking mentally But that's a better
Just look around, I'm beaming They used to talk, when I wasn't around You see me now? I'm beaming [Verse 1] I get my energy, from my inner G I be in
was dark I had the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my I's, barely catchin' my Z
dark I had the fame, but my name was missin? the art So I?m drawin? the line, and I?m crossin? the Ts And I?m dottin? my I?s, barely catchin? my Z?s But
I had the fame, but my name was missin? the art So I?m drawin? the line, and I?m crossin? the Ts And I?m dottin? my I?s, barely catchin? my Z?s But I
