Thought iii was Everything, Thought iii was the shit,
the hits, star on the rise, until my friend took a ride so high,
Everything built round me, my this, my that, talent, voice, gifts, until iii looked around, my friend took a ride so high,
Together we sat in Million Dollar 2x4's, talking, looking over a pond in someones unfinished backyard, Dreaming out loud, he was telling me this room will be the kitchen and this room will be his bedroom, as I looked at him, How r you going to do that, ringed inside my head, ringing, and ringing, inside my head, just a silent sound,
In the back of the Sanger Theater in New Orleans, after the choir performed,
Lights, camera, action, please,
Everything was build around me,
until my friend took a ride so high...without me!!!
