love me no more You're not the kind that would tell me so So you go on baby Please, stop leadin' me on Please, stop leadin' me on Can you hear me baby Please, stop leadin' me
Every time I'm walkin' down the street Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down Please, stop breakin' down Stuff I got to bust
can take excursions around the world From the mountains to the sea You're coming back to the same dilemma You can't stop thinking about me When you
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: Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll
You can take excursions around the world From the mountains to the sea You're coming back to the same dilemma You can't stop thinking about me When you
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust
fragile But if anyone could ever Save me now, you can And you can Stop and say you love me, always I'll say the same to you Stop and say you love me,
, I'm fragile, but if anyone could ever save me now, you can stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you stop and say you love me, always
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guarded, I'm fragile, but if anyone could ever save me now, you can stop and say you love me, always, I'll say the same to you stop and say you love me
eyes like no one else Baby, make it to me Again and again, again, again, again, again Never stop Again and again, again, again, again, again Never stop, oh He never really saw me
Blue eyes that shine in the dark Lead me deep into your soul Starting a fire in my heart Raging out of control We slowly come undone And when tomorrow
never been so blue the grass never looked so green and i i wanna give my all to you cause i never felt this feeling in my life got me going shorty
Tell me, do you want it? Wanna know what it's like to be me? Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools Straight flipping, losing my cool Now picture me
your hands to this Because I came too far for me to be bouswar It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car So Branson pass me a jar 'Cause these cats
could, kiss the slugs Until your place hit up Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks You're better off making sure papi know your name well Guess who ghostwrite for me