dead to me I can finally say I don?t need you You are dead to me You are dead to me Nothing to me anymore You are dead to me Dead to me I can finally
Sing. You've heard this all before. These words are yours. Scream. You've felt this way before, and you're feeling it again. Sometimes it just seems we
, I'm goin' back in I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this
you played, wish you would've stayed. its so hard to say, couldn't run away, run away, in a dream she came to me, she came to me blinded by the light
my turn, watch me disappear Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Now you see me
no man should carry Heavy enough for me to get buried I see death on the road tonight It's got me to where I wanna run and hide Oh, I used to dream of
Mama told me it was comin' but I wish she woulda told me when Is this the end? Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but
me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch
six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me
sweating that animosity I'm deading that Instead of rap Imma smack you dead in your trap I don't give a fuck what I said on a track Niggas know me better
, good fellas in rotation, uhh That's why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs Before they draw, niggaz threw me
it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening me To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y
when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be
song Why couldn't I have you? Crazy dream, you done me wrong, left me long I couldn't stand a chance without you You said that love was dead and in
give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She came up to me and said this the number
