I WANT MY MONEY BACK
I’m down here drowning in your fat
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack
I AIN’T AFRAID OF YOU
I’M JUST A VICTIM OF YOUR FEAR
You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear,
I GOT ANOTHER PLAN, ONE THAT REQUIRES ME TO STAND
On the stage or in the street, DON’T
NEED NO MICROPHONE OR BEAT
and when you hear this song,
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just do it…
You’re a fool…
What coulda been yours is now all mine…
you’d never get to see shit like this…
a few of the execs are just stupid…
I think JT should give his acappella’s to Gustavo Dudamel to remix…
shes back…
read the chat box at the bottom…
i dunno, maybe i need to hear it in a club?
lake bell’s body is hot though…
You definitely need to read this article from todays LA Times about 2pac and his death. The song is a spooky foreshadowing of things to come for 2pac. I guess he really was in touch with everything around him.
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/business/la-naw-quad17mar17,0,107357,full.story