at the referee, his officiating stinks! Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels Like a Brink truck, way tough Nigga never budge, that's my space! What Marvel at my stance at
eyes look at me now bitch [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresh than a muthaf
said "I'm here with my friends" She got me thinking, and that's when I said Where them girls at, girls at? Where them girls at, girls at? Where them girls at, girls at
the pain You cry and I can hear your prayer Reading each other so close or apart Two lovers joined at the heart Two lovers joined at the heart A light
at you When the waves are flooding the shore And I can't find my way home anymore That's when I, I, I look at you When I look at you, I see forgiveness
you're better than me But you're nothing at all You're nothing at all You think you got the best of me But you're nothing at all You're nothing at all
you at? Where you at? Where you at? You said you'd be right there for me Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? You'd
is of yours N-gga just got my voice insured Yea, look at me now b-tch! Look at me now (x3) I'm getting paper Look at me now (x3) Look at me now, b-tch
young men Everything is falling apart, yes, I am Watching me watch birds watch people Watching me watch birds watch people We are only waiting here to die At
, I can spend it on me You keep looking at me and I'm looking at you Keep looking at me You got me looking at you and now you're looking at me I think
You never looked so good as you did last night Underneath the city lights There walking with your friend, laughing at the moon I swear you looked right
You never looked so good As you did last night Underneath the city lights There walking with your friend Laughing at the moon I swear you looked right
's whack, they don't know what dope is And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you
like she's all ready to leave Nothing left to pack Ain't no room for me in that car Even if she asked me to tag along God, I gotta be strong She's at
on me Six weeks have went by and we only spoke twice I'm sittin' in your driveway calling you from the car, suffice I think it's safe to say you're not at
shall pass If we can lean on one another Better days will come at last Better days will come at last Better days will come at last Better days will come at
