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Ahaha Damn. She Send Me Some Shit Like This Yo KC, Come Check This Out Homie Shiiit, Ahaha You Aint Never Get A Pic Like This I Bet Huh Aye (Chorus)

WHAT I BELIEVE DEAR (IS ALL UP TO YOU) Writers Tott Wilson, Sue Wilson What I believe, dear, is all up to you Those things they are saying Don't have

five years since you went away hurts like it was yesterday play with fire and you're gonna pay lord knows I'm tired of paying I'm sick of living in

I need to feel redeemed I'm going sideways down An ever winding road With an ever unbinding load Of a one track mind Of a love that's lost somehow Of

She loves numbers as much as me And she's a great counter, just wait, you'll see Whenever she can, she stops to shout Counting the numbers, never leaving

What you've found sure upsets you Never saw it coming, did you? It's easy to be surprised With both your eyes sewn closed Handled with great precision

That's great, it starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, an aeroplane Lenny Bruce is not afraid Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World

I know inside, I want to live It's just that I can't live like this The same old ways, the same old days The same old faces I'm looking for the right