Tekst :

On those Saturdays,
when kids go out and play,
yo I was VP in my room I let the stereo blaze,
wasn t faded,
not jaded,
just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
All this,
I seek,
I find I push the envelope to the line,
make it,
break it,
take it,
until I m overrated.

Click, Click Boom.
I m coming down on the stereo,
hear me on the radio,
click, click boom.
I m coming down with the new style and you know it s buck wild.
Click, Click Boom
I m on the radio station touring round the nation,
leaving the scene in devastation.

I can see it in my mind,
I can see it in their eyes.
It s close enough to touch it now,
but far away enough to die.
Click, Click Boom.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren t perfect,
but still you don t hear no cryin ass bitchin from me,
like there seems to be on everybody s CD
so just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute,
I can show you something in it,
that has yet to be presented,
oh yeah!

[Repeat Chorus]

Why have I clouded up my mind,
why s my mother always right,
and will I make it?
Fill the end or will I crawl away and die.
Click, Click, Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
Click, Click Boom.
On those Saturday when kids go out and play yo I was VP in my room
I let the stereo blaze on Saturdays
when kids go out and play, I was VP in my room
I let the stereo blaze its all inside of me,
its all inside of me.
It s coming over me.
It s all inside of me,
it s all inside my head.
Click, Click Boom
I m coming down on the stereo hear me on the radio.
Click Click Boom
I m comin down with the new style you know it s buck wild.
Everybody,
Everybody come on.
Click Click Boom

I used to want you
Now I want to make you nervous
Now I want to make you hate
Now I want to make you crazy
So that we could still relate
And we could get drunk all night
And in the morning ride...

You left me here to suffer
You left me dying alone
It s only made me stringer
Your day will surely come

But for now I lay in wait
Full of bitterness
Filled with hate
Can you see the pain you caused...

Elis, wenn die Amsel im schwarzen Wald ruft,
dieses ist dein Untergang.
Deine Lippen trinken die Kühle des blauen Felsenquells.

Lass, wenn deine Stirne leise blutet
Uralte Legenden
Und dunkle Deutung des Vogelflugs.

Du aber gehst mit weichen Schritten in die Nacht,...

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I m thirty-something

Sense of security

First day home

Hook (2x):
I juss came home
I aint got no loot
I aint trin 2 sell drugs
I aint tryin 2 shoot
I m tryin 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is 2...