He cut your strings so that he could float - lit by lights, lifted by alcohol. over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost.. Now he's cool and all, floating anchorless. Ports of call:.
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (samples)]. *phone rings 6 times*. Yeah... I don't know, that bitch bugged out and shit. She fuckin' other niggaz. ("Hello?", "Hey!") Hey ("Who was you up last night?").
{Look man! You're botherin' me G. I got shit to do right now, aight?. This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?. Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby}.
Come on down I wanna meet you. Come on down I wanna meet you. Come on down I wanna meet you. I wanna meet you, I wanna meet you all. . All you angels gather round.