You're not usin' your brain
My life is falling down the drain
You see me on the bottom cause you like a kid upside down
Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around
Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip
Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit
But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
But then i see my friend, dangling upside down from a beam
Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round
I had my life turned around but the white flag ain't down, looks like we're going back around
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for
Inside out, upside down and on the fucking floor
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
I got blessed with immortality of my life
How if you arnt in my life
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
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