s you To change my mind And bring the light into my life I open my eyes to see another world I?ve changed inside Close to you all is true, my little star
. A dark room in the wallflower garden of the party, She's got four on the floor, She's waiting to kickstart me. So just stall me! She counts on stars
're fuckin' right To the rap mobile, let's go (Marshall, Marshall) Bitches and gentleman, it's show time Hurry, hurry step right up Introducin' the star
an inch Turn the glass into stars And your face is the moon And the night turns to you 'Cause my mind is on you You've got me caught in a place Panic
-0 A little margarita blend so I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out of my element I let the fifth go Shots in the club panic at
right... To the rapmobile, let's go... {Marshall, Marshall, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up, introducing the star of
wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother badly, I was a sideways baby, always will be. to start the party right
was funny So I laughed, blood bathed it off That bastard's soft Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles Here's how you can be a super rap star and people
the air conditioning ducts all this time. as I crashed thro He cheap imitation-styrofoam hung ceiling tiles, skates first, I flashed ninja stars all about me. in the ensuing panic
hang on Don't panic, don't panic There simply is no need It's gonna be a hard day It's gonna be a hard day Don't panic, don't panic We are hanging here
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start
different but uh, see In all actuality they wanna be me This chick running around with this stink ass gap And them fake ass raps having panic attacks You ain't a star
My room looks out to the wide open spaces My heart is touched by awakening faces I see the panic of people in motion I can stand here, look out on an
an' I don't know why y'all keep frontin' Yo All this room in this big house you chose the attic You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
' I don't know why y'all keep frontin' Yo All this room in this big house you chose the attic You running slower and slower so you froze in panic
inch Turn the glass into stars And your face is the moon And the night turns to you Cos my mind is on you You've got me caught in a place Panic for
little margarita blend So I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out of my element I let the fifth go Shots in the club panic at the
fucking right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: Bitches and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star
