- Fuckajob
[Blueprint]
When I'm alone in my home, sometimes I cover my face
The walk around in circles at a slow pace
It's my attempt to erase
The feeling that I'm standing in place
At my 9-to-5 I teach computers to be clever
So they can replace you and do the job better
Never say never
- Keys
Like this...
You roll with a bunch of grimey street cats known for packin gats and livin in dirt
They claim they got your backside, but the reality is that they're quick to desert
Your money ain't right, and that's only half the reason your feelings is hurt
You got robbed last night and found out one of your own cats is stealin your work
And now you wanna kill this jerk, put him in an ambulance quick with a nurse
Your picturin his body stiff sittin six feet deep layin cold in a hurse
- No Excuse For Lovin
[verse 1]
He liked to keep his women looking nice
And tried to pay the phone bill but she turned him down twice
Even though her life wasn't sunny
she felt she didn't know him well enough to take his money
Instead, she recommended quiet dinner
Maybe next weekend if she could find a baby-sitter
Her daughter was 3 and she was 21
- One Love
Yes, Soul Position
This is Blueprint, live from, the O-State
On the tracks we got, RJD2, of the Megahertz
Yo, I'd like to call this one love
Let's see some hands wavin', from side to side, you know?
Peace signs in the air on this one
It's all about love, not hate y'all
Let me know if you wit' me
- Share This
Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child's tears
And drown out the drama that I didn't want to share
The load I wouldn't wish upon my enemies to bear
The times I used to tell myself you didn't want to hear