here I am, picking up the pieces of broken promises that I could never keep. And I'm too afraid to face up to the truth of my past so I just push it
wanna, take what you I miss the stupid things, we'd go to sleep and then You'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 a.m. Pick up the phone and hear
you wanna take, what you? I miss the stupid things We'd go to sleep and then You'd wake me up And kick me out of bed at 3 AM Pick up the phone And
zigga ay zee It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip bitches
1, 2, 3, go Twenty four hours ago, no one could help me I'm alone in life, no where to go So, I picked up the phone, called out for help Some one please
Only my Lord can tell who dies So pick up the puzzle and pieces And put it together of our lives My Lordy Lord maintain It's hard 'cause I'm a soldier
life wasn't in the plan, how do I pick up the pieces? I keep fallin' to pieces, every time that I see you caged up I kept prayin' everyday you'd wake up
sky Man, man, man, if my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go
the words ain't comin' fast enough Caught in my throat, feels like a bad dream Is it really what it seems? Can you help me? Pick up the broken pieces
loving the way you wipe that fruit I take of piece of them then put it right back, to squeeze the... back And I go down and lick it at the crime,.. you
by a batterie)put it in a frame nigga go get tha picture who i am,(who it is?)belo muthafuckin zero cut it in the wind when you hit tha corner bitch,
up Come on home with me, niggas strap up Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it
eyes I'll pick up the pieces when you've failed and fallen to the ground Let my words set and fall upon your unwilling ears It will be okay Go I, I
my dungeon, slip in the pool What is it like to be usual And how does it feel to be the only one I try to pick the pieces up from my life But no one
dear, But that's all over now. I'll pick up the pieces, And I'll get along somehow. But it all came back too clearly, In my bed, alone, tonight, as
cried on the phone I never felt so alone, He was the first of our own Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
way I am So I put it in a box and I keep it locked away For as long as I can I picture you alone and you're picking up the pieces I know I let you
pick up and I know you saw My name, my number pop up on your screen But you didn't pick up, yo, what that mean? It don't mean nuthin', it ain't like