This gon' be our last song
Yeah our last song together
Since 98 we been thru both good and bad weathers
And regardless of the 5 mics and radio hits
This whole lifestyle we living
Now is making me sick
Trust me now this ain't no interpersonal crisis
I'll break it down in points to show how miserable life is
You know my moms and pops
Joe they brought me up righteous
But temptations why my life's like this
Smile and reminiscing the lost numbers of skins
Free opportunities have made me dishonest to Tim
This whole fan phanatic b'nez
Got me kind of afraid
Remember that girl in Penang
Who carved my name wit' a blade ?
All over the body
If that's how Malique affect fans , I'm outtie
We can't be blamed
If they school grades turn out lousy
Cause they practise breakdancing
doing flares all day
Just because they saw Malique
doing it in his inlay
And not to mention all the crazy calls
from God knows who
Just to call and hang up after screaming
I love you
From getting notes on my car in my carpark to under my apartment door
And nasty yo-o-oh's in the store
Feeling uneasy in public when witches
beg me for kisses
And people staring at me on urinals
while taking pisses
A privacy intrusion argument number one
Laced with sin and guilt from fame is overweighing the fun
My second line is blinkin' now you gotta hold on
Imma leave you with the chorus that I did
for this song,
Be right back