I need got to tell me. Anyways let's get back to the story enough of this shit talkin damn... [Verse 2: B.o.B] My daddy from the Barn and my momma from
reverse Not your average love song Between you and me The way the story unfolds Defies gravity Don't have to put on my makeup I can leave out my contacts
gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories
{Nick} Yeah {Taylor} We were both young, when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer
a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my
need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
walk through Hell But it fueled my fire, ignited my desire You gave me the bricks and the sand to build the empire Throwing steel at my forehead, my
hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a million bucks, ayy If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
Stop the car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty old gas pumps Try to fill my mind up with
[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied
it bothered I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met Who could appreciate George Bataille Standing at a Swedish festival Discussing, 'Story of the Eye' Discussing, 'Story
to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my