[ Featuring Azmuth ]
Fire crackles when I see your face
Five years ago you wouldn't see me now you see me like the CIA
If I could get a minute of your time, we could get away
I'll take you on a better way
I just don't want to lose the feeling
The deeper it goes, the deeper the healing
You know a pimp don't tell but some things need revealing
And baggage claim got a lot of luggage to deal with
We flying East for the summer
And flying West for the winner
The hardest hitter
If we under par, the bar will get us
Conversations with my niggaz touring in Paris
French kissing blonde bitches on an open terrace
Complications when my bitch left her so embarrassed
I lay it out all black, like Chris Webber
So if we get together, know the hidden treasure
Come with booby traps and bazooka straps
