in flame over burning out Compare Where you are to where you wanna be And you'll get nowhere I'm going down Follow if you want, I won't just hang around
bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it bet you, bet you, bet you didn't know it baby your picture's still hanging
Pretty b-tch couldn't keep me out her draws Sh-tting on ya'll, treat the game like a star Drown in the water while you hang in (?) My clothes don't hang
guy who would leave you in a k-hole To go play Halo in the other room Remember while you were bereaving Michael's death He was over at Rachel's cooking
let the story end That my heart will rest in someone else's hand But my 'Why not me?' philosophy began And I said Ooh, how am I gonna get over you?
Circus of silence down at our feet Paper cut tigers starting to bleed Hang from your tightrope above the mess Just say you're sorry, no more no less Words
a night train to your hearth break, get on It's the big time that has been driving you on and on Note my blue sky, hanging over your head Know my blue skies hanging over
standing there, scratching your head Bloodshot eyes, drunk with regret Hanging yourself ten feet over the edge I'm done with this, feeling like an idiot Loving you, I'm over
here with everything we did We laid a lot of memories down like tattoos on this town There's still a rope burn on that oak branch That hangs over the
best part of each day Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way Females possess that one commodity That no man will ever have not that hangs around
'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps, I roll in Benzes and Lacs Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof
oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put
up nigga from a hard school Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool I'm loud and proud well endowed with the big beef Out on the corner I hang
done [ ROUND 1: Divine Styler ] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black while styles ( ? ) ( ? ) of brothers that's gotta be Circlin cyphers into molecules Takin over
street in this city Is the same to me Everyone's got a place to be But there's no room for me Am I to blame when the guilt and the shame Hang over me
now But I hear that you've been going out A little more these days Well, I can't lie that I think from time to time how you're doing Well, don't hang
get it in, I get it in, I get up in the thing. Get it Omarion Done wit them boys, boys, she done found a man now Aint no compettion, she fumble when it hangs
Can I be your number one failure? Your little piece of insane? Just like a habit that I can't break Easy to say I learned my mistakes But I just keep making 'em over and over