Lyrics

WAY THINGS ARE GOING I'm still tryna get on Eastside Sodom and Gomorrah Good morning Who they insult dog here to poop on Skies grey, not poupon Stuck 'pon lukewarm My waters not too calm A storm's going on Roshomon All the story's different sides It's normally smiles, not the sighs, that I emphasize Is it being too precise, to say that fighting suicide is just a part of life? WAY THINGS ARE GOING Don't fear the poltergeist Yo it is every human's right to see God eating rice CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING THE BUTCHER FLESH IS WEAK THE BUTCHER FLESH IS MEAT CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING I couldn't make it up Yo lemme break it down, I'm always breaking up But we be making love And she ain't ever breaking nuts how I don't make enough I say "good luck" But luck ain't never trumping taking lumps I've come to find that nothing's sacred over God forsaken months And being men don't make us mice But then, don't make us monks Growing up I couldn't debunk The Nas and Nore story 'bout the bodies in the trunk WAY THINGS ARE GOING "Yo where's the pussy?" I was stumped To then became the cat that beat the pussy while it stunk CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING THE BUTCHER FLESH IS WEAK THE BUTCHER FLESH IS MEAT CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING Anyway I got a son And a girl that puts me number two She puts him number one But that's wassup And when we talk she teach me how to walk without a crutch And how to walk without a strut And recognize that sometimes people beg without a cup I'm so excited by her touch I'm tryna hold her tight but i'm a klutz We building trust, but if I don't believe her I still won't leave her in the dust WAY THINGS ARE GOING Check the corner for a dunce Beware the seagulls that the eagle land among CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING THE BUTCHER FLESH IS WEAK THE BUTCHER FLESH IS MEAT CHANCES AREN'T WAY THINGS ARE GOING