I don't have nothing to say bout you (Said) You don't give me shit I don't need you I've been waiting for something more new (Said) I don't need no bitch I need you There's something bout the way Something bout the way There's something bout the way Something bout the way Something bout the way There's something bout the way Something bout the way Reporter, ex-read,ex-read Word on street Is I'm hopping off the presses Surgically reach-ing Randomly at bonfires Inside of my body In my little hotel lobby My coattail draggin And I'm stretching on my tendons Like Fantastic 4 minus 2 minus 2 is war And you added battle scars All on my floor My doors got wolverine claws Still in em Lookin like some distressed denim Still in em Like the method how I'm dying And your ante-venom My nigga my nigga My nigga my nigga When we all get together What a day of rejoicing that will be When we all see Jesus We will sing and shout the victory When we all get together What a day of rejoicing that will be When we all