How many years will this clock have to tick How many tears have to fall How many nights must I lie here and wonder If I'm gonna survive this at all Waking
: How many years will this clock have to tick How many tears have to fall How many nights must I lie here and wonder If I'm gonna survive this at all
the second time around I'm sorry now it's me that feels this way Oh oh oh oh babe (My heart just speaks to me) Its me that feels this way Oh oh oh
broke the chains of fear That had their hold on me too long When all I felt was wrong Ive wiped my tears away now its time for a change No I cant waste
known. A woman needs a few second chances. a little room for dancing, all night long. Mama says she understands theres ust some things you cant tell to a man I remember way back
yourself, you're fit for the long run? You think it's a game 'cause you fucked the wrong one Always with God and I don't swing solo Never back down
motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long
Clear Yeah Ahaha Yeah its official Yeah, yeah yeah Hey Ziggy I told them niggas They wouldnt believe me tho I do this shit tho Its 3:45 She pulled up
jam to finish girl the things we could do in twenty minutes girl say my name, say my name wear it out, its getting hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a mighty long
find that th-thing wit a microscope Give me dome, dome, d-d-d-d-d dome, dome, dome I ain't trippin on yo money, money long, long, long Want my own tv
now (Are we walking dead now?) Or dreaming of the hopes round in the wings of angels The way we live, the way we die, What a tragedy, I'm so terrified
cries, all lies She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the
see you. I couldn't imagine (ooohoo) without arms could I reach, no way could I ever hold you (ohohooo) I need these things, like I need you, if you had a
to a muthafucking mixtape. . . imma walk up to ya my nigga, AND IMMA SLAP YA WIT A STACK OF 50s NIGGA SAY IM LYING THANK ITS A MUTHAFUCKIN GAME, FUCK A
The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way And when we touchdown There's no
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
been long gone I traded in my senorita for a microphone I hate the way we fell apart, girl, it's sad to see Your life was good, but me and you, we a catastrophe
get on our way Yep, 3 whips back to back Followed by a Cadillac truck Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a