Midnight Archives - Sin City Committee

I can't always be, yeah, ayy I won't always be, yeah, ayy I can't always be, yeah, ayy I can't, yeah I know that I'm your homie I ain't just gonna let that go Don't think you can just call me Because you're feelin' lonely I can't always be Option number three I'm at your conveniency You ain't never chosen me, yeah, ayy I can't always be Option number three I'm at your conveniency You ain't never chosen me, yeah, ayy, yeah Tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy You don't wanna see, wanna see, yeah, ayy And your priority lately, yeah, ayy So tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy I can't always be Option number three I'm at your conveniency You ain't never chosen me, yeah, ayy I can't always be Option number three I'm at your conveniency You ain't never chosen me, yeah, ayy, yeah No, I can't, no, I can't No, I can't, no, I can't, can't, can't I said I can't, no, I can't No, I can't, no, I can't, can't, can't Tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy You don't wanna see, wanna see, yeah, ayy And your priority lately, yeah, ayy So tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy Tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy You don't wanna see, wanna see, yeah, ayy And your priority lately, yeah, ayy So tell me, is it me, is it me? Yeah, ayy

Do you see what I want you to know? Do you see what I want you...? Do you see what I want you to...? Do you see what I want you to know? Do you know that you're beautiful? Tell me, tell me: Do you know, do you know that you're beautiful?

Yeah, yeah Ha Let the band play Ayy Told my teacher, "Dumb bitch, I'm gonna get millions" (watch this) In the projects, livin' (damn), spoke it 'til existence (voilà) I'm from where you can't trust a soul, welcome to my city (Memphis) Smokin' Skittles, eatin' M-and-Ms, my yoppa hold fifty (hey) Cutthroat committee (yup), O-Dog, Menace (society) More change than 50 (what up?), got more cars than Diddy (on God) I only weigh one-eighty but my watch cost two-fifty (quarter) Cutthroat committee (soldier), cutthroat committee (slim) They say you can't do that, I said "Okay, nigga, watch this" (man) Now I pull up in a Lambo just to smoke and pop shit (pop) Watched Roots last night, it got me on some Pac shit Grandma tried to raise me right, but I got on some hot shit (damn) My real niggas with me, I don't owe the block shit (fuck 'em) It was all fun and games when they had not shit (fuck 'em) Now all them rocks in his watch, he on some rock shit (it's the rock) I think I'm mixed with Japanese 'cause we keep chopsticks (woo) Remember being broke and hungry, only thang change (what?) Yeah, I'm still hungry, but a nigga rich (yeah) They hate you to death and fake love when you die (ball) Damn, life a bitch (ball, it's Dolph) Told my teacher, "Dumb bitch, I'm gonna get millions" (watch this) In the projects, livin' (damn), spoke it 'til existence (voilà) I'm from where you can't trust a soul, welcome to my city (Memphis) Smokin' Skittles, eatin' M-and-Ms, my yoppa hold fifty (hey) Cutthroat committee (yup), O-Dog, Menace (society) More change than 50 (what up?), got more cars than Diddy (on God) I only weigh one-eighty but my watch cost two-fifty (quarter) Cutthroat committee (soldier), cutthroat committee (slim) Cutthroat committee, everybody totin' extentions, yeah (cutthroat) Slidin' through the city, and I got them semis with me, yeah (skrrt) When it come to paper, baby, you know we get plenty, yeah (yeah, yeah) You know we get plenty paper, bitch you know the business (yeah, yeah) Long bread like a Philly, I get cheese, bitch, you feel me? (uh) All 'em bitches feel me, couple niggas wanna kill me (what?) Let that choppa hit him, he gon' slide like he got heelies, yeah Monkey ass nigga, carbon wheel, banana split 'em, yeah Already know that we on go (on go) Yeah, I told you once before, we cutthroat (cutthroat) We don't stab backs, no, that ain't how we roll (how we roll) Yeah, bitch, I have been gettin' dough, in the class, I had Told my teacher, "Dumb bitch, I'm gonna get millions" (watch this) In the projects, livin' (damn), spoke it 'til existence (voilà) I'm from where you can't trust a soul, welcome to my city (Memphis) Smokin' Skittles, eatin' M-and-Ms, my yoppa hold fifty (hey) Cutthroat committee (yup), O-Dog, Menace (society) More change than 50 (what up?), got more cars than Diddy (on God) I only weigh one-eighty but my watch cost two-fifty (quarter) Cutthroat committee (soldier), cutthroat committee (slim)

Eight years old to the day You blew your candles off the cake Wishing too hard for them to stay You burnt the house down She held the match, he held her face You learned to hate your birthday Calling her bitch, despite your wish They had to separate And the room sings And it sounds like leaving home And the room sings "We know something you don't" Now he's quite the stand-up guy He's stood you up 'least twelve times And when he finally does arrive He brings his new wife The family shrink from second floor The one he claimed he couldn't afford Your mother cries, clings to the floor You knock his lights out And the room sings And it sounds like leaving home And the room sings "We know something you don't" And the room sings And it sounds like leaving home The room sings "We know something you don't" The room sings And it sounds like there's no love