a single one got through... Please, Give me something; Something to hold on to. Give me something, That links me to you. Give me something; Something to hold on
that you'll believe that every waking day we find will reveal an open door you turned my life around but I don't need you anymore we risked our lives on
keep you in this place. And I know you think those pretty eyes are nothing much to see, but beauty's running wild on your face. Yeah, beauty's running wild on
wait till your heads locked & trap the blame back on you why wont you believe me? because I keep staring at my shoes I try and move closer & open the floodgates locked on
Here I sit,, The world upon my shoulder, Think I'd cry without a love to keep me warm. And I'm sure The faithfulness grows older, I'm as useful as a broken
My hearts on fire I've said these words a thousand times The bathroom mirror stopped and smiled So take my pulse and hose me down My hearts on fire Cause when you're standing on
on these tired eyes. And I was drinking too much, Only the person who would fall by a single touch. You screamed at me Why?, And I blamed it on these
I never I never meant to say you were a thorn in either side, It was a side effect from the scars on the fourty-fives. And as the vital mistakes, it reminds
We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
in sheets that's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on
: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks
little man, show me Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me Ain't trippin' off no old beefs, ain't grinding on my old streets I'm in the hills smoking on
45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!) Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay Can I talk to you? Come on, come on, come on Hey, let me holla at you Come on, come on, come on Yo, stop runnin' from
the clouds, you don't see me on a train I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane ssh, be easy on my name 'cause i aint goin bank n
in the clouds, you don't see me on a train I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane ssh, be easy on my name 'cause i aint goin bank
