I'll write this song And I will try to think about who was wrong I'd drive the coast for you baby But I'm never gotta sort this out on my own I can'
We used to stay up late on weekends Talking bout our lives You said you'd be there always You said you'd never leave my side Did you know, did you know
Our time apart has taught me That we cant be together, Our time apart has taught me, That be cant be forever You told me you'd be there You told me
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way Baby, I was born this way Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way I'm on the
you tell a b!tch just dance And fuck them other niggas cause you down for her b!tches Fuck them other niggas cause she down for the stickin? And fuck them other niggas hope she down for some lickin? And fuck them other
my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my
see what it'd be like To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others' eyes
in it's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy eyed shit And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip
? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the trigger
penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on
Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now now you hesitatin' boy you makin' me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on
she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm the player for ya Sittin big on the 20 somethin inch thangs Leanin on the
, shining With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful
go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them Who get it on on
' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on
thinkin' about you Looking at my own eyes in the rear view Catching flashbacks of our eye contact Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back I would hold
