Hate is only a form love that hasn't found a way to express itself logically.
I lay down so hard, I got bed rash
With everything happening today, You dont know whether you're coming or going, But you think that you're on your way, Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it.
Yeah I got game like Stuart Scott...fresh out the ESPN shop
You can sit right on my middle finger for the night
Pimpin' ain't dead 'cause I be the life line.