She's all alone
Making her way to a cold, empty home
Nobody waiting and no one to hold
She's holding her own
He wakes up late
Stares at the mirror to find his own face
Picks out the pieces he hides from within
He doesn't fit in, do you?
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
Opens her eyes
Looks around her
There's faith in disguise
There's no more secrets to shadow with lies
She swallows her pride
Somebody care, hard to be seen when there's nobody there
It's getting closer, no need to pretend
Just let it in and believe
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
Maybe today or maybe tomorrow
Guess the hands of fate
Been making you wait too long
I know the way to forget all your sorrow
Be the first in line to admit that you were wrong
Sometimes
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
Gonna make it through the night now baby
Gonna make it through the night now baby
Gonna make it through the night now baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the night
I've made up my mind
Everything's fine
We're gonna make it through the nightThis is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line
(repeat Chorus)
Verse One: Busta Rhymes
And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Busta Rhymes
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit a