Wishing you were still here Wishing things were alright We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We
tonight Wishing you were still here Wishing things were alright We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We tried, oh yeah We tried, and we died Oh yeah we died We
I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we
bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write
horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns... uh... (The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf.... The kettle drum and bass drum
tried to write a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it
are all presumed dead I repeat they are all presumed dead However there are no suspects I repeat the subjects are at large we might need some backup.. Inform O'Malley that we
back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't now check it I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga
I shine right tearing at the moon I listened' to the wind whistle in a channel of sound my ear like a vacuum begin to boom, glisten Like the sun heats a drum
hop's dead, yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary We've had the tables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We
Be a hundred of y'all and we still won't run Call the cops, they still won't come We bang on niggas like we playin' the drums These cats think they
takin no short fa sho poppin the cop wit glocks like I'm Tupac Shakur 'cause everyday we high as hell dope is what we try an sell nickle and dimes
like Chips, he's a swagger don Annoys the haters like a tag along Quick too 'cause he know I ain't havin' none If you're cool, I'm cool, we can get along
that she teaches at one of the schools downtown We used to roll the windows down and play the music loud Smoking out in her car, lost in west Omaha And we
Greenthumb, the serene one I laid back from the drum like a beach bum. Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number. Everybody give it up for the funky drummer
