Feels like I'm losing my mind Love is so hard to find You led me on to believe, you belong to me oohh ooohh I'm going trough difficult times I always
No, no! She can't take your mind and leave I know it's just another trick shes got up her sleeve I can't believe that she really wants you to die After
It's the S, the L, the I, the M Let me tell you what I wanna do Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna freak, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna
Don't tell your right hand, baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
The curtain is open a head to put dope in Now we will come clean it the future we've seen it No, no, I know, I said, no no It's like a dream that falls
When I was a young man, no bigger than this A chocolate egg cream was not to be missed Some u bet's chocolate syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk You
You chat to me like we connect But I don't even know if we're still friends It's so confusing, understanding you Is making me not want to do The things
(Dorrough intro) Haha Yeahh Mr. D-O-double-R I say.. Yea buddy! Rolling like a big shot, Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pitstop Fresh paint job [Check
You don't know how to ease my pain You don't know You don't know how to ease my pain You don't know what the sound is, darlin' It's the sound of my tears
Is there cream in this soup? I look in the mirror, I know I'm not good enough to eat I'll tell you something, my hunger has nothing to do with greed
[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin'
I'm about cream, I'm about cream X 4 And you know that, I'm about cream And you know that, I'm about cream I'm about, I'm about, I'm about cream ...Monalisa
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream It's wing
Geah (hey) Hey We money makers in the house You know how we do it All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
