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I swore it on my life
And helplessly i’m falling, crawling
Can’t shake your gravity, your velvet talk just takes me
Holds me, pulls me away from being me, i’m lost into unknown
Don’t know what’s right for me

Your love is my black hole
My feet won’t touch the ground
But i keep falling down, and down
You’re pulling me in, breaking me out
Starting to be, all i’m about, gotta break through
Find my way out, from you

You’re feeding off of me, my light is your existence, resistence
Forget it, your touch is blinding me
I try to leave you in, i’m sliding back again

Your love is my black hole
My feet won’t touch the ground
But I keep falling down, and down
You’re pulling me in, breaking me out
Starting to be, all i’m about, gotta break through
Find my way out from you

From you, from you...
Just find a way back to myself

Your love is my black hole
My feet won’t touch the ground
But I keep falling down, and down
You’re pulling me in, wearing me out
Starting to be, all i’m about, gotta break through
Find my way out, from you, you, you...

(black hole) I gotta find a way
(black hole, black hole) I gotta find a way
From you, you, you.

[Erick Sermon]
As I proceed to rock y all and shock y all
Cold clubbin, some might say I m buggin
I m the back lifted, checkin out folts
I see girls trickin, lookin for a victim
Yeah they spot me, but I m the...

w poniedziałek gram w piłkę
a we czwartek basen mam...
tak często cię proszę
żebyś poszedł ze mną tam

lecz ty wciąż zmęczony
wciąż tak snu spragniony
wolisz sam ze sobą być

rusz się wreszcie, rusz
w mięśnie zamień tłuszcz
i przestań ciało w pierzu kryć!

ty lubisz wciąż spać, a ja wolę sport
ty twierdzisz że... mam w głowie źle
lecz...

[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long-faced murderer s the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier...

Chill...
Yeaaaa, hahahaha
(Erick Sermon)
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill, fresh new dip when I m seen
Yo, dig, it s the new fig for...

Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged, though, hard like P
Trying to play my man but you couldn t touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin...