to run it into you I get tired of runnin into you Damn you damn everyone I'll be fine without you Damn you damn everyone I'll be fine without you
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to run it into you I get tired of runnin into you Damn you damn everyone I'll be fine without you Damn you damn everyone I'll be fine without you I
wasn't him, but I am And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am Hey, you are the shit, damn pardon the gram' But it's like you make me feel
, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious Acting so damn mysterious Got your shades on your eyes And your heels so high That you
Sometimes you get what you need Now what you think you want? So baby no moon and sky, got a beautiful sun [Verse 4: Sade] You'll always know the reason why The song you
Your vision jaded by the Grammys on the mantelpiece Just switch your camera lenses You would see the agony Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
hey, you you, I could be your girlfriend Hey hey, you you, I know that you like me No way, no way, you know it's not a secret Hey hey, you you, I want
man Where the help or the sanity at? Damn I used to be the kid that no one cared about That's why you have to keep screaming till they hear you out [
by people, Im cool Everyone is so see-through, not you Know you think I dont hustle, I do Used to get up for the bus now I fly to Drive by you, Ill buy you
all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to
you do There's a million girls around but I don't see no one but you Girl you're so one in a million You are Baby you're the best I ever had Best I
'm sayin'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you
yeah It's one thing or another She's trouble, trouble Watch out if you're near She can bring you to tears I hate the homecoming queen I'm pretty damn
keep you wasted 285 eastside, me and aye wasted Racing, seven big booty broads chasing Springbreak, fifty-thousand white girls shake it Some dancing naked, but everyone