You throw my love around you treat me like a clown but oh what can I do I'm so hung up on you you leave me feeling tired my telephone is wired to your
another race to run, You were not the only one. Standing in the morning sun, Waiting though it had begun, May you never run aground Or fall into the deep, deep sound
is gonna cross the road for me (Who knows?) When I'm in trouble, man? (In trouble) I'm in trouble, man How deep is your man, how deep is your man? How deep
only went so deep, deep A meaningless diversion That is all that you ever meant to me, me, me, me And I am done with your twisted symphony The words that had me sound
always there to rescue me Everytime I see you Angels calling, stars are falling I hear sounds of love When I'm near you Heavens singing hearts are ringing I hear sounds
But I know that you gon' stay Break it down dicky down down Girl don't even play Once I set the mood right Ima make sound like Ima make you sound
understand Why you're leaving me I, I don't understand How without you I can't breathe Please don't, don't leave me here Take my hand and breathe in deep
] Sometimes I just feel like y'all don't understand Where I'm coming from, where I'm trying to get to Shit is really deep, my shit is deep They don't
the children sing I like it when you sing That lets you know somethin's comin' Oh, it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin' I like this sound of this
never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep
impossible Not probable, too radical But I already been on the CMA's Hell, Tim McGraw said he like the change And he likes the way my hick-hop sounds
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound
others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga So if niggas want to bite the sound
pin, L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank But now we steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
North As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident All I love's my dope and dead presidents Sound crazy
coldest cube, dude And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get rude Criminal background, it's time to get down I use a silencer, don't like the loud sound
, let's go, show time Below the cynical side where my nigga kicked the dope rhyme That ass, yup, that's what I'm pimpin' Niggas never sleep and Evil E, I get deep
