"HA HA" "What you gonna do, come back back, again?" *People cheers* (Akil) Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears Now, my front line rhymes moving up from the rear My dream slash career appeared ever so clear Now I'm able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear My fans cheer, *people cheers* our time is finally here The past depart the present cause the future is near Anticipation, magnified my motivation Direct my energy to touch nations Been entertaining since niggas was really banging Dancing at the old folks parties, pancaking I've been waiting for my time to shine From Catholic school to? John Mid? junior high From? to rocking at the Good Life (unggh) We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip it on the mic Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue Chorus: Great expectations, on our committee Unified relations We rebel our Rhythm through tribulations And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Charli 2na) Yo, go get your ticket, your seats, snacks, and beverages While we get wicked all in your brain's cracks and crevices Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans Who be shouting at my vicinity doubting my capability (Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion The proportions better take precaution While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing (The antidote for your mood) We sloppy doping and I'm hoping What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian Tube In my crew we include brothers who worthy Rebels indeed, J's from LA, I'm from Chi, He's from Jersey, ever thirsty for success Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes Chorus: Great expectations, on our committee unified relations We rebel our rhythm through tribulations And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x) (Marc 7even) Ayo my story starts in the NJ state And gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes I didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight That's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells No a macho males with raps about a beer (Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear We toured the stratosphere from here to London Square You swear you're prepared to diss what we have here (Indeed) Time ticks as rapid rhymes rip Earth and time split in time to find it's Just another manic Monday, and one day We'll shine, too, so it's true, when my crew say Chorus: Great expectations, on our committee unified relations We rebel our rhythm through tribulations And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Zaakir) Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated If I've been overrated or maybe your most favorite You expect me still to write my verse on time And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme Don't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste I know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face And don't expect to try and guess if I'm mad or not Or if I'm cold or hot, you would know if not And don't expect me to come and just bite my tongue It's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done But my mother always said you can forgive and forget And expect that most promises won't be kept I guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved To brothers must have preferred to not keep they word The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain No explanation for my creation, Great Expectation

Used to think I knew you But that thought passed through Skeletons speak softly You got bones in your room Can't think past two 'Cause my thoughts black and blue Can't shake it off, sorry Elephant in the room 'Cause I was just growing up In high school, your friends had better grades than us And more money than us, I wasn't giving it up I know you're losing my trust, just had to follow it up Expectation, I'm waiting for you To tell me I made it up to you Tryna work on my patience But twice a day, I be praying to hear from you If a tree fell in the forest Those are words from my mouth They run right past you Like a star burning out Misunderstood You wear a mask on your face, Miss Hollywood I'm just another page in the pile of books And you'll forget about me like you probably should Nowadays, I'm good though Take it slow if I wanna move solo I'm me, I'm no silhouette Take the past and I put it to rest Expectation, I'm waiting for you To tell me I made it up to you Tryna work on my patience But twice a day, I be praying to hear from you You had expectations for me I know, I know But look how far I've come on my own I've been all alone Expectation, I'm waiting for you To tell me I made it up to you Tryna work on my patience But twice a day, I be praying to hear from you

Expectations (expectations) Can make you believe (can make you believe) That what you desire (what you desire) Is what you need And I'm thinking What if we just stop Livin' in the moment? And I'm thinking And maybe we both will be Way less disappointed From all these e-e-e-e-e-expectations E-e-e-e-e-expectations So many e-e-e-e-e-expectations E-e-e-e-e-expectations Yeah Expectations (expectations) Babe, I know you don't mean (said I know you don't mean) To make small situations (make small situations) Bigger than they should be Than they should be And I'm thinking What if we just stop Living in the present? And I'm thinking And maybe we both will be Way less disconnected From all these e-e-e-e-e-expectations E-e-e-e-e-expectations So many e-e-e-e-e-expectations E-e-e-e-e-expectations How can I read your mind if I don't want to How can I read your mind if I don't want to How can I read your mind if I don't want to How can I read your mind if I don't want to So many e-e-e-e-e-expectations

Stay the same, don't ever change Cause I'd miss your ways With your Bette Davis eyes And your mama's party dress While this city pumps its aching heart For one more drop of blood, We work our fingers down to dust And we wait for kingdom come With the radio on I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me If you ain't, oh you aint been in love for a while I was born beside a river That flows to a raging sea That will one day serve to quell Or one day be the death of me In my faded jeans and far away eyes And salty carnival kiss That all my former lovers say Was once magnificent I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me And if you ain't oh if you ain't... I wanna see you tonight Would you come for a drive? You can lean into me If you ain't, oh if you ain't been in love for a while And still this city pumps its aching heart For one more drop of blood We work our fingers down to dust While we wait for kingdom come With the radio on With the radio on It's been so long Mae, so long It's been so long Mae, so long But since the radio's on...

Have you seen my hands, they just flip and shake And the song just keeps on beating, drop the needle again And I dance with your ghost Oh, but that ain't the way I can't move on and I can't stay the same And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet But have you seen my heart? Have you seen how it bleeds? Every night's a so long baby Yeah, out here in the deep The tick-ticking of hours only I hear the alarm I used to hear when you were sleeping in my arms For better senses Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet Where you used to be Where you used to be Where you used to be You with me

Sometimes I wake up In the morning Sometimes I dream some more I keep my wounds without a bandage Baby, as I come stumblin' through the door Spent my nights in this location Talking to spirits on the floor I think I came to find the feeling, baby Between what was mine and what was yours And I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me I think I'm gonna move to California (I can start to love) Momma can you say a prayer for me? (Say a prayer for me) I heard they don't get so low-down (All my friends get so low-down) I heard they never bleed Not like we bleed I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And it gets pretty late And the stations will change And the things once in order now seem so strange Once I could tell All the hurt apart from myself Now all I can see is the need, the need I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And maybe you needed a change Maybe I was in the way Maybe some things they stay* And some things go away And maybe I was lying And maybe you were not the same

Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life And the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? And I wonder, were you scared when the metal hit the glass? See I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls

If I could write I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights Where we'd dig around the bones And try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter The corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet her Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arm You fell straight in my arms And I miss it sometimes Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of wine But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm Saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart right in my arms Right in my arms And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed Bring a dollar with you, baby In the cold, cold ground You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms You fell straight in my arms