Mars Landing Party
Yo Bus a Bus (yeah)
Yo Bus a Bus (c'mon, c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Flipmode motherfucker Flipmode y'all)
Yo Bus a Bus (UHH, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Yo Bus a Bus (ka-c'mon, ki-c'mon)
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea)
Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me
Then you broke the last rule, frontin like we was mad cool
You damn fool,
Girl With The Clandestine Heart
I´m the projector
And you are the silver screen
I dwell in darkness
You are what is seen
And I live for you
Live for you
Live for a long time dear
And it´s been so nice
Been so nice
Been so nice to have you here
To have you near
Oh, I do care
I see your face
Everywhere
So I drink, drink, drink
Drink ´til I´m beautiful
Drink, drink, drink
Drink ´til I´m pitiful
& I remember in november
& I do still
There where hints & alligations
& vodka & pills
& I remember in december
Your hand in mine
There where heartaches & tootheaches
>From all the warm wine
But I live for you...