Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
(Laura Branigan/Brian Becvar) You don't act the same And your eyes have changed I don't want to hear the words you say I don't want to know the pain
now ain't nobody perfect but i've (given everything) even past the fact that you lied (look what you did to me) and lonely nights at home when i cried
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just
I know, I know There will be those days I wanna hide under my pillow, no I'm sure (I'm sure) That the clouds will come And try to rain on my parade, but
Everybody makes mistakes Everybody has those days 1, 2, 3, 4! Everybody makes mistakes Everybody has those days Everybody knows what, what? I'm talkin
You want it you need it I got it cause this is how its goin down you want you need it I got it They call me mr. negativity call it how I see yes I'm
Went around the way for you Did all those things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to
Hoping I can run today and get away faster Than ever from here Another night and who can say if leaving is better Than living in fear Here's to all the
Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah
Please tell these niggas there?s no hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit
When I'm nervous I have this thing, yeah, I talk too much Sometimes I just can't shut the hell up It's like I need to tell someone, anyone who'll listen
Day and night, I find myself Trying to figure out a way to make this work somehow But my emotions always get in the way Of what I really mean to say And
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
It comes calling in the evening When the temperature is dropping out They said it don't get cold here But I beg to differ now There is something in the