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I notice that you mentioned your opinion Oh, now they got a couple of things to say too What should I do? Listen or leak crimson? All over the floor from my wrists There, now you've got Lif Some natural, authentic, completely genetic Inherited fate trait He was eclectic but he didn't make great Status is a trendy little song on a dub plate Give it some spins and it begins to wither My nigga What's up, my nigga? Let's show and prove Make moves this winter Rent a whip and start riding Look into my eyes and see those two worlds colliding I wanna be home making records Now I'm in the studio and all I wanna do is be home (What's stopping you?) Who's that?! Move back! Drive me to the hospital, I'm at the point of collapse Sorry, baby girl, your man is out on tour The floor may drop out if I don't walk out Handle my B.I. Letras de cancionesSee, I think I might have just missed my own life 'cause I'm working tonight And the pressure [x4] Sales, interviews, touring, performing at my peak Man, I need sleep [x2] Now what truly defines one's life? Is it the legacy they left behind? Well, this music seems to be mine It's been nine interesting years in the game Not too much has changed I've still got a saw to hack up your frame Performed at all your favorite festivals Some cats do one show and blow My destiny to live on the low It's got me locked in the basement In the winter in December Open window, cold toe Face down on the futon rocking yesterday's attire Woke up early feeling uninspired Staring at my album outline At this point I've drafted up about nine New Lif, yeah, it's about time Maybe you've seen me on stage with Ace, Came to Perceptionists Or read an article on how my verbal weapon is Well, regardless how you got here, feel fear Kick the kick, stomp the snare, goodbye the hi Watch the rhythm die then resurrect As I recollect Ancient black intellect Erase and redirct Your collective minds to check a selective rhyme Detail Available at retail, griotmatics Ipod and Treo addicts gotta have it It's black magic that'll wrinkle time's fabric Have you heard of Lif? Well, maybe, sorta, perhaps Listen up and let me guide you to the point of collapse From Letras Mania