out of the trouble you're in. You told her you loved her, more than a friend. Your secrets out, you've flushed your hand. Now she looks at you differently, kinda
crimes that I commit against myself. Patience wanes and I embrace the patience that is fear. Bitter pill. Sit alone at home and wait for you. Seems like
How can I let you go, it seems so many hearts have. So come on let me know, how well do you know him? And how can I see you anymore? What difference
There's a place in my heart that won't kiss you goodbye that can't accept the truth that things aren't working out as planned. its so hard to admit that
chasing a lie tracing our scars moaning for help to be held and every day we feel further away from ourselves the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable
What hurts your feelings? I can't tell anymore. Have I not held you tight enough or is it that there's no such thing, there's no such thing as us anymore
Someday boy you'll reap what you sow, you'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own and you will see that what's wrong with me, is wrong with everyone
I want you all the time, not just some of the time like your other friends. I want you all of the time, not just sometimes at a bar or maybe a shopping
paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit
unhinge his jaw, and swallow a Volkswagen whole He'd bash your face in with a shovel if you didn't treat him like a star You could spit at the wind,
half of my weight out When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta
shit Tryna ask me shit, c'mon Honeys Panamanian, eyes like Iranian Lighter than the blue of the sky of the day we in Ass like a volleyball the kind
who do I like to call I throw a little party and invite 'em all They never argue and fight with a brother And I like when they like each other I told
be flippin' hoe's like a spatula, rakin' 'em in like a new Accra Bitin' 'em with this game makin' 'em mines for life like Dracula It's like hypnosis,
the bitch made rich Like any other tramp she loved to fuck With any motherfucker got nuts to suck I spit game to the bitch, just like this Why you runnin
'Cause I pimp or die, I'm like the mack Riding around Oakland in a Cadillac But on the other hand, if you can't pimp And the hos keep treating you like
mic and act wild Bitin' on the next nigga's mackin' style And it's all from head, passin' round the mic Never even care who you sounded like Sound like
baby just won't stop rapping Yes tip roll the strip I'm going to take your mind on a serious trip Like a video like I'm tight hoes Girls just rolling like
