So listen to me and I could list a million things I'd love to like about you But they all come down to one reason I could never live without you I
soul So completely I love the way you love me I could list a million things That I love to like about you But they all come down to one reason I could
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma
key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me See I was born by myself, Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple I'm gon' get high by myself And
get back to this paper I?m a couple bands down and I?m tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I?m talking five comma six
I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams 'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I woke
(Eric Martin/Andre Pessis) I've been burned by love, fooled by deception Though times have changed I still feel the pain I would hold back my true emotions
bend the string like: 'reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee' I've got it! I'll be sullen and withdrawn -- I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
a Motel like this? "I left my place after midnight, When I first got the call... The escort service I work for Said you wanted it ALL!" Well, you
." "I'm moving back to Venice." "I'll be black." "He's still white, Jim..." I hate my mother I hate my father I hate my sister And Germaine is a negro
team and I'll get mine We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high I'd be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies Lustin for them
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes
/Slaine) [Chorus] I found out that I was too young, not grown I was not ready for a world so cold I was not prepared to make it on my own I was not
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes dot zero, bigger
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma Six
know who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Jim Jones:] Can it be it was all so simple Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh I lost
