You - somewhere in the middle of truth You - just you in the middle Half of the heart is asleep And half is the loving heart Do you have this living part? Half
trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin' I can't see but I hear them callin',
how you looked at me With your James Dean glossy eyes In your tight jeans with your long hair And your cigarette stained lies Could we fix you if you broke? And is your
I throw all of your stuff away Then I clear you out of my head I tear you out of my heart And ignore all your messages I tell everyone we are through
wasted over half of my life I would've laid down and died for you, I no longer cry for you No more pain, bitch, you took me for granted Took my heart
, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half-empty, half-
a little class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in But they go with the clutch that you carry your
's, "It can't get much worse" Vs. "No one should ever feel like" I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds These
life Imperfect boys with their perfect lives Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear you sing) Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (Wants to hear
Lightinin' streets That you can hear the thunder I see your face I can't help but wonder Praying for a dime It feels like trouble When you see me calling
hear it for New York New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your
where he comes from There were times he went missing but you could always find his heart When you head back to Kingston you can find him on your old
first I just turned up my nose She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" The next half
to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your
through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your
, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand What you do when you got a master plan, but half don? ran Here?s your chance
a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My man there, gat in his hand. (No) What you do when you got a master plan, but half don' ran. (No) Here's your
like a DVD 62 and 125 half a quarter key [Chorus] [Verse 4 - Young Jeezy] Anyhow anyway it's snitches born everyday Best thing to do is get your money
