were out there running in the streets well I'm tired calling your cellphone, 4 o'clock in the morning you pick it up and all I hear is ... If I was too
I saw lou I'm so mad at him Lou reed got married and didn't invite me I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people I don't get it Could
just too much red wine Or one too many lonely nights Can last night last And could this be the start of us Every morning waking up To your sleepy eyes smiling back Or is it just too
made the fire burn (you made my fire burn boy) I guess it's true (true) You never too old to learn (How good love feels) Whew, how many of yall know
'll be your food Mr. Too Damn Good To You Baby, baby, I wanna be your shoulder When you need one to cry on I wanna be your pillow When you need one
chord strums and the drums set in And I know what I have been waiting around for 'Cause no one's going home until the morning comes No one's gonna sleep
too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many
traveled so many places I've seen so many faces And there were times I didn't think I'd make it through I went through so many phases That got me so
mirror see you [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti] It go microphone check, one, two, yola Two chains, two guns, he bipolar Two baby mamas, three kids, two Rovers That's too many problems, too
Well, I've been reeling around Wheeling West Virginia just a little too long Well, I gotta be leaving 'cause one deceiving Free wheeling woman done me
Yo, we're going to have the word love In many different languages Translated all through the track So, whenever you hear the word love Know that, it's
am I to tell her how to live her life? And if you could put dumb in a shot glass I'm just another lush who's had one too many in me Plenty's not enough
all it takes is just one night alone with me To show you that there can never be anyone else All I need is just one night alone Just one night alone, one
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
ain't tryin' to be ignored L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips Verse Two: Styles Paniro Too many niggaz
here on out we ain't tryin to be ignored LOX drops shit that makes niggaz mop shit You wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips! Verse Two: Style Paniro Too many
to let me in,tap,tap, hello,tap,tap,tap,hello [Violent J] 2:45 and the bell went off, Thank God, Many people think im odd But i talk with no one
Waking up to a little baby crying Mom's yelling 'cause pop's got his fists flying It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna