the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life I'm super paranoid, like a 6th sense Since my father died, I ain't been writing since And I tried
't you be my Michelle Michelle my belle, I want you on my team, can't you tell? Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Channel Texting on the phone, I
age, creed or color Can't cut it, stay choppin' through the butter Critics wonder will I last long Even though I showed my *** on my last song I gets my
myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
they call the Big Noise. I got to dance my way to fame I just blew in from Winnetka, that town will never be the same Now I had my fun, and yet there
The reason I'm singing la la is Because I'm so happy you're going Gosh, you've made me miserable I don't think I've ever been so unhappy As I've been
(Carole Bayer Sager/Bette Midler/Bruce Roberts) I stayed out late one night and you moved in I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in May I remind
in my system Baby, baby, tell me you're listenin' Tell me you're listenin', got you all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes (You're
it real, oh yeah) Listen I'ma take you 10 rounds like a boxer baby Show you how I put down with rocks, my lady Promise you asking when I'm done for more I
the Mo? Fabo geeked up, do your dance on a hoe He done popped another Sprewell spinnin' like O Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like
No matter what I did it never seemed enough He said I was lazy, I said I was young He said, "How many songs did you write" I'd written zero, I'd lied
Lambourghini toys Take it to tha flow 'cause I know how to handle ya I don't wanna be ya man, I wanna be ya manager I know I'm hot, let the top down
a hater I got a boss that's my young OG, OMG I'm here bae bae, and I can't leave Guess I'm lookin for a girl with a body like Trina additude like Eve
Georgia Toys are not sentimental How could I be for rental? She's the meanest hag that has ever been Pulled out my insides with an old safety pin I'm the sorest sight now I feel like
Sun lights up the day time You light up my life The hand that calls you forward Is the hand that leaves me behind And I stand on the ocean shore Like
Nike I'm like dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I
can go, Contigo, I'll tell my friends, nothing at all I'll get my things, soon as you say, "Baby Vamos", we'll fly away If I can go, Contigo, I'll pack my
' boys I'm tryin' to explore more like hot oils and sex toys I can't keep fakin', man, I'm so backed up and I can't eat, I can't sleep My knee's weak