rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your mom's crying fuck
did to me was much worse I had to do something to make it hurt, yeah Oh, but why am I still crying? Why am I the one who is still crying? Oh, oh, you
since the factory shut down And like the river I'm waiting for resurrection Since I've lost your affection and love left town There'll be no more crying
I gave you my everything and you threw it all away you promises meant nothing cause they were broke day after day and I cant live this way anymore, my
. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. Save your givings for the living instead. Don't bring flowers after I'm dead. After
-ready So I flip Garbage is all I'm getting There's Simon Cowell Who folks wanna disembowel He opens his mouth Always says something foul They're dyin', wow Wannabes are crying
night and day I search my soul ask God above But I still come home all alone by myself In a world where the rain could last forever My heart was crying for sun After
it friend, but all these years Face to face, ain't nobody said nuthin' Livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways Time after time
lie to me Thought you would die for me I'm not acceptin another apology After 3 years, Ima let it go I ain't standin around crying no more Got your bags
street to the diva's house bearing the prototype in his hot little hand. Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial
the street to the diva's house Bearing the prototype in his hot little hand. Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial
street to the diva's house Bearing the prototype in his hot little hand. Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial
Her name is Cherry, we've just met But already she knows me better than you She understands me after eighteen years And you still don't see me like you
crying on a Wednesday Will you be around to be my shelter on a Thursday Tuesday is coming don't be running away Will you stay after the weekend's gone
and your eyes look dark I help to dry your body and I see your cut So I give you a plaster and we cover it up I say, "Have you been crying?" And you
crying, twice I like laughter Come on, tell me what I'm after There's not that much to us I hide the little with the lot You still expect a lovely fuss After
after time, I lose again Night after night, I wake up shaking 'cause my world is breaking Fool enough to fail again Night after night, I wake up crying
sum respect yea rite, I guess I live the life of a super star driving all dez fancy cars, n real talk man I can have any broad. Plus I hate 2 see you crying