Here we are unfaithful with our words Choices made that separate life and love leaving empty eyes and hands that dare not touch the truth Honestly dishonest
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late? I hope it's not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin in a Chevy that should've been a
we don't use no word no when i need to hear your voice Baby may your kisses chill me send your flowers near to me, Love Mail You're playing with me not
I feel, I may not have too much experience, but I know when love is real, by the way my heart starts pounding when I look into your eyes, I might look a
the pain In your eyes ! [Utterson] There was a time You lived your life, And no one lived The way that you did ! You had a plan, You chose a
your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (Your own wings) No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette
you, is you I can't explain the things you mean to me Words, they are just not enough Without your love girl, I know that I'm lost I, I just live for your
a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak show And life change for us every single
they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (We smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (Ehehe) I'm through with bein' a player and a
zero niggas get got And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a gun smoking hot All around
how it's a small world, baby girl You'se about to get, fucked with no jail I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin' And plan your extermination, word
' 'bout your style, the way that you present it Every fantasy I ever had, you was in it I apologize for every time that you might've cried There's not enough words
a smile Lifestyles of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bitch I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit Your whole life's a mistake, stop
dimes sweating Giving them the juice that they're not gettin' A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer I'm the life
thinkin' your word was your bond? Don't you know, didn't have to call it love? If you knew it was a situation you wasn't ready for I could see if your
