[Jom]
I wanna dance but I aint got no rhythm
I wanna dance but I aint got no rhythm
Just blues
And the holes in the soles of my shoes
And my socks and my pockets
[Terry]
Come on my nigga stop it
Pop this, take a toke and forget about it, then lock lips
With a six pack, till you fall out of your rocker
[Jom]
Tell me what happens if you fall too hard
Broken back, now daddys back to having to work too hard
[Jay]
Youre right, I never considered
[Terry]
What you got to consider?
[Jom]
Being like every other nigga
[Terry]
But you could get the cheese
[Jom]
And what is all that fame
When your fam is so ashamed that they don’t look at you the same
[Jay]
Everybody shut the hell up my mind is nothing but violence
And I pray that suicide ain’t the fee to pay to get silence
Cause everybody’s got a plan
When the confused one is me
[All Three]
Why does my head disagree
Still stuck on this island
Won’t listen to my conscience