Ruler of Everything - Tally Hall

Ruler of my heart Robber of my soul Where can you be? I wait patiently My heart cries out Pain inside Where can you be? I wait patiently When you're alone Go-going gets rough Come back, come back, come back I've had enough Make me a queen Happy again Hear my cry Ease my pain When you're alone Go-going gets rough A-come back, a-come back, a-come back I've had enough Make me a queen Happy again Hear me cry Ease my pain

Ruler of my heart Driver of my soul Where can you be I wait patiently My heart cries out Pain inside Where can you be I wait patiently When you're alone The going gets rough Come back, come back, come back I've had enough Make me a queen Happy again Hear my plea I wait patiently Ruler of my heart Driver of my soul When you're alone The going gets rough Come back, come back, come back I've had enough Make me a queen Happy again Hear my plea I wait patiently Ooh, ooh, ummh Ruler of my heart Driver of my soul Ooh, ooh, ooh Ruler of my heart Driver of my soul

Eye of the tiger (Thank You Fizzle) Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?) Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough dude, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him Willy Burger, got a tough nigga brains on my Glock here Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard I put 87 rounds in his smart car Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall I just made a tough nigga quote the Bible I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners" Glocks, drums, all type of fun Opps, blood all on my clothes Watch these niggas, they all act like hoes Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes Freeze or get shot by the Rastas He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden Shit, nigga Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky Shit, nigga Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin' When I'm on demon time, I get violent When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster Shit, nigga I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet Shit I wish a nigga would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda Shit, nigga, I wish a nigga would, like, for real, like I wish a nigga would, all Turners, Timmy Turners These niggas Chip Skylark and all that Yeah, it's the last song, nigga I don't know, November something, dog It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh I had to tell that nigga freeze or get shot by the Rastas Tough nigga, he got cops on his roster Ooh, all the cops he got Know what I'm sayin', these niggas cap, these niggas just all that, nigga You gotta keep up though, like I am this shit though, like These niggas wouldn't be shit without me, nigga And don't you ever fucking forget that, nigga Nigga, I am LA, nigga Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender