t know her And yeah, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore But I really hope I'm not starting to bore, page one [Hook] [Verse 2] Dear Anne, my number one
on some '95 shit, sold the 5 Bought the 6 Delvecc, copped the Lex, we was set We no had work all in' the projects Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one
And I'm a leave on one more note One more motherfuckin note It's like this... Look at him [Drake:] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I
Deal ain't hundred mil, you ain't talkin' bout shit Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick If you talking bout some paper step into my office On some
paying all these bills The note on the car So I don't need no broke, broke boy tryna holla So baby, shut it up 'til you show me dollars, aye One for
a session writing tracks You got another class to teach I'm in rehearsal with the band You're always one step out of the reach I'm looking for some
? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances
I can't let you go Just let me come inside Until you can't take no more You're body wrapped on mine Now baby, let me explode You gotta give me some
it or not love's as mad as they come Oh it's sly and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb And while some might still say 'No it's pure like one' My love
of the sweet loving that I have received in the sun in the rain by the moon by the sea there is one time that I'm thinking of one time where one
na-na (na-na, na-na!): We're the survivors, yes: the Black survivors! I tell you what: some people got everything; Some people got nothing; Some people got hopes and dreams; Some
; (Work!) I work till the evening come! (Work!) If ya ain't got nothing to do! (Work!) Ooh-ooh-ooh-oo-oo-ooh! (Work!) /fadeout/ [*Sleeve notes only: We got some
the truth And I know I did my best, I never meant to hurt no one As I recall back in 1982 I never said goodbye or why I just left a note for you Then one
I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer You think you greater, uh You niggaz got some
Sex ain't a race But I have a thug nigga breakin' records And the time is One minute, six seconds Magic stick I got the magic box Have that ass trickin' after one
club and the moon is full And I'm lookin' for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to get 'em out of them pants Take notes to da brand new dance
Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague Unclean bad dreams of Wyclef being a fiend One last kiss from my sweet
Have you ever worn the mask, yeah One, two, one, two M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day Feds be hawkin