is true 'cause what I do, no one can do it better You can talk about me 'Cause I'm a hot topic I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want
number on your video phone I got no time for frontin' I know just what I'm wantin' If it's gonna be you and me When I call, they better see me on your
the sunshine, save me the rain And I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse but better
think you know bout me yeah while youve been talkin the talk ive been walkin the walk since i turn sixteen yeah na na na na daddy boy you stop 'proachin me yeah you better
of scars Lot of bottles, lot of cars Lot of ups, lot of downs Made it back, lost my dog (I miss you Big) And here I stand, a better man (A better man
What's a Molotov cocktail? They never break a glass Scary-ass nigga, wanna come for me? You better bring it I ain't mad, I forgive 'em, God I know they
yes, I like it Screaming like never before Baby, I like it, I, I, I like it Come DJ, that's my DJ I'm a Miami boy, you know how we play I ain't playing
got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey I'm outta time and all I got is 4 minutes, 4 minutes, hey Come on boy
try everything you can to escape The pain of life that you know When all else fails and you long to be Something better than you are today I know a
you've been drinking jack and coke all morning. She can make you feel high, Full of the single greatest commodity known to man: Promise. promise of a better
wanna know 'Cause baby, now I realize that I was wrong When I said I didn't need you so Miss you bad so now I'm comin' home So you better leave the
in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy
I had a crush like an empty soda can I'm looking at all hearts can't fold the hand We can build this thing up, girl I know the plan I can be your boy, better
believe it (Whoa oh, whoa oh) I don't believe it (Whoa oh, whoa oh) I know you knew my brother and now you know all my friends I didn't know that you
your face I wrote a song, girl I wrote a song She said you make me better boy I just mailed you a letter boy And oh so you know I'm still in your sweater boy
's to every girl and boy who lost their joy They let it get away You know it's never too late Get up and start all over again You know it's never too
what you wanted Make you feel good As I'm with you wanna shape ya boy lets get it started! CHORUS: Give it up you can't win Cuz i know where you've