Days of Future Past

[Intro] Yo... [Verse 1: Mr Muthafuckin eXquire] I left your number in my old phone *67, hope nobody's home But just my dumb luck For [?] you picked up Now my new mind [?] With my old soul Damn, they tell me that you were mad at me Cause I eradicated you so radically What happened to our promise Just the thought makes me vomit [?] kneel down and try to pick The truth out it Freedoms and illusion The free are usually dumb Thats why we sell our soul For the things that we become A lawyer, a rapper, a doctor A actor, a basketball player Or a gangsta hustling backwoods Chilling, sitting on about half a million With all my niggas All my guns All my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of passion (all for the love of passion) My young bitch got good dick Confused with love My old bitch my old bitch So fuck what she does 2012 be the year that everything got bugged I got a record deal then I lost faith in God Coincidentally, I lost faith in us That explains why niggas all complain so much Jealousy, I think my niggas hearing me down When I swallowed all them pills Niggas wasn't around I was in the tub hearing silence of sound Cardiac arrest, so I probly would drown [?] [Outro] Never blamed another for my own pain Never followed niggas made my own lane (Never did I ever think I came up (Never thought this game would ever change us (Days of future past, like [?])