Innerspace (feat. Toby)

Cunninlynguists - Innerspace (feat. Toby) Lyrics

I remember as youngin'Slummin' with my crusadersGarcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for SegasLil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes & AcurasIt's tough to count blessings when battlin' Count DraculaLife's fangs'll drain yo blood in floodsCan't wade in that water because of rogue scudsRole models taught us you oughta just roll upIn life there's no love whatever yo role wasFind wealthNo need to find selfStand in line until you find your spot on a shelf(Sold!)Don't mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritoneFeelin' down lowTo thinkOf those in this winter with no mink, or folkWeathering this desert with no drink to copeSome chain smoke with no link or hopeJust dope, tree and a ropeYou are the living truth of life ooh oohThe fastest can't run from who they areI'd run from self but no man can run that farYou are the living truth of life ooh oohThe fastest can't run from who they areI'd run from self but no man can run that farTurn the page, eventually I hit a certain ageLearn that all the freedom was worthless when you're afraidSuccess can often be a perfect cageSearching for a way to stay the same while the world will changeA prisoner, trapped in the regretCuz the ego can't keep up if they happen to reject itSometimes you want so bad to be respectedGoin' after it 'til you've left your happiness neglectedI've seen the weakness in grown menPlaying games with their pain, they cheat but they don't winSeen 'em feed the needle deep into their own skinTryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that momentMore success to fix what's leftTake an even bigger risk like after this I'll restTil he painted with the razor on his wrist a redThe color of lips, pucker up it's the kiss of deathYou are the living truth of life ooh oohThe fastest can't run from who they areI'd run from self but no man can run that farI'm Bustin' Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor (prior)And that debt was paid in spades and barbed wireLater use eyes to weigh and move fireThen moved crowds in wades with hellfireMeet a fan, kick it witcha, take a pictureSign both titties and give a pound to your misterIt's been realRealer than steel I'da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a padShit it's been chillChiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he's looking to buy looking to flyPyrex on the good eye of a broke stovePyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holesSoft white girl break your nose and gets harderRevenge of the Caine, the original Get CarterTake your favorite star, make him into a martyrLife ain't Trending, it's endingSee farther