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have to ask If I had it you wouldn?t have to ask Later on when you bargain with your mirror and you ask is it really that bad If it wasn?t you wouldn

We slept for close to seven hours All the way to your dad's basket case. I didn't catch the final score So I prayed that we'd sink a few more. And I didn

I caught you caroling and giving grief Thought you were cannonballing after me Now that your actions speak for themselves And wished you well But you

everything, that's everywhere Is lost (Yeah, Everything, that's everywhere is...) Now, I can see In the end, we unfortunately Have to end either way That we put it either way The book

We passed 800 miles talking circles about living with loss You said your sense of humor?s always helped you get above & across Every hurdle, every chasm

Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand, Disembodied voice of God in the trash can Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future Sleeping through the steak-out

it bad girl You've got it bad girl When you insist on excluding The tenderness that's in my kiss Then you've got it bad girl You've got it bad girl

8x] Nigga don't fuck with me I'm having a bad day [Verse 2: T Mac] I don't think you wanna fuck with me Cause I'm having a bad day Sat up in my bed

We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy, they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am