you say goodbye Cause every part of me i've ever known Feels like i'm turning on my own I'm turning on my own I'm turning on my own
moldy Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me Slowly I turn, face the one and only Naughty by nature, do my dirt all by my lonely Ask Pretty Tony, when
new hospitals, building brand new wards Insure your heart with everything you can afford No need going private, I will save my bed for you As I quietly wait my turn
must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell). Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my
my mom but she was turning me on. Now I'm fading. I got duct tape all around my heart. I got a satellite dish to julienne my mind. Two-hundred channels
Planets are small as balls of clay Astray into the milky way, world's outasight Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite Now, stop and turn around
Gods Cool heads have failed Now it's time for me to have my turn Kiss me, kiss me Life is way too short to scream and shout Flashed up in my wildest
run and go get your bodyguard? Niggaz is so gangsta, niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin' drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein' able To own their own
and aint even emcees niggas get on mtv just to diss me this shit dont even piss me off I'm laughing all the way to the bank watching satellite from my
tenths of the credit Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage I only give respect to mic club members and my own mentors In the center of my
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
how you're moving on On, on, yeah you're a real paragon On, on, on yeah you're a real paragon On, on, on yeah you're a real paragon On, on, on yeah you
love They call me dear They kiss off and leave me For their own career Got a satellite dish, I'm all alone With my little goldfish And Eminem, on my
small as balls of clay Astray into the Milky Way, world's outasight Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite Now stop and turn around and look As
balls of clay? Astray into the Milky Way, world's out of sight, As far as the eye can see, not even a satellite. Now stop and turn around and look. As
?re gonna find you?re falling and you?re falling on your own. You better come back tonight alone. You?re gonna find you?re falling and you?re falling on your own
score? Cover up and change the view Suggest the side that we should choose On the air Your own official truth There it is on satellite What you can
Every day and every night I'm stopping planes collide On my own above blue skies I'm a happy satellite I watch the world's ugliness It all unfolds as
