feeling... I'll never say anything right. i'm on my own... I'll never say anything right. I'm on my own... i'll never say anything right. i'm on
With all the things you said, upon my mind There is so much left to say to you Unspoken words won't change the truth I doubt that words change anything
you Hurt by the cold So hard and lonely too When you don't know yourself I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything I don't owe you anything
at once and almost completely She's in love with the world But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading Can't think of anything to do Yeah, my left
tree A big swarm of locusts is following me There's not even anything good on TV It's just one of those day It's just one of those days Left all my Beatles
can't get you out of my mind Your love is one of a kind You've given so much of yourself I swear, don't want nobody else Baby don't you know That I'll do anything
out of my mind Your love is, one of a kind You've given so much of yourself I swear, don't want nobody else Baby, don't you know That I'll do anything
these hits stay move the streets Rebels and warriors all ova the globe Find their souls to the rockin feet Maybe to me that's more than money Better than anything
wrong; we'll set it off. Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life)? Step up, we'll blow yo' head off. 'Cause we got the weapons for anything that's steppin'. Ya
hit him, they missed him So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin' off his shit And hit one of them niggaz back off in the skillet Left him with his
heavy off in this game then get yo vest out I hit the scence like po-po's In the four door chevrolet, we gas With hats broke off to the left To show
What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would
another day, will I get through Without breaking down Haven't seen the sun since you've been gone Like my heart I lost it when you left me And it can
' down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the *** Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it Anything you hear
', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I
got them niggas Like who the fuck is that Then I hop up out the car So clean got them hoes Like who the fuck is that Hit da door like right Left back
the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin' for war, war Hustlers, entreprenaurs Anything