of my life. Come talk to me. Don't run away. Don't let the distance grow. The door's wide open. Don't ever think. There is no way home. Sly come home tonight. The world is so bad you're drive 'em all
Song Expectations - Sir Sly. Pressure's on, pressure's high. Pressure's heavy on my mind. Weight is here, weight is right. Weight is heavy on my spine. Truth has holes; truth, it swells. Sometimes
Nas. It's sly Fox, cyclops. We locked in an idiot box. The video slots broadcasting Waco Dividian plots. They own YouTube, Myspace. When this ignorant * going to stop?. They monopolize and
Fire. Fire (Throw some water on me). Fire. Fire. The way you walk and talk really sets me off to???????? Long time, yes it does. The way you squeeze and "cheese" knocks me to my knees and I'm smo
Hook. My mouth is made of metal, metal, metal. Pocket full of yellow, yellow. Pocket full of gold and I hope you find. I hope you find your dreams. . Verse 1. What did you say back to me?. I'm
