You make me sick thought youd be there for me lonely and blinded i couldnt see your just another whore in the scene I would like to beat you in the
Final eyes Final eyes Person to person woman to man Send me this song that will teach me Like a river without a stream Night time without dreaming Send me this song
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
love me Did it by myself, no help, you gotta love me I done made somethin' from nothin', you gotta love me You gotta love me, you know you love me Even
scientist 'Cause any cure living every single one of us The worst disease in the world is hate And the cure for hate is love Oh love, oh love, oh love
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones you
, even my own body And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health I said, "There is nothing
MySpace mistress I didn?t take it personal When you ignored my request to be your friend I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
the chorus say Hey, she give me love in abundance Plus she outrun any youngin that I've hung with a fun chick its nothin to break funds with I can do a whole song
unconditional love That's my mother I'm speakin' of. That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is) My love will never change (My love will never
ready? Man fuck it Let's hit em up with Another Love Song Yeah they'll probably like the pussy shit Uhh Another Love Song bitch Ok ladies and gentlemen
his family [Run] HEEEEEEE would lie for herrr, cold die for herrr Did nothing in the world wouldn't try for herrr (yeah) Get ill for herrr, he'd steal for herrr There's nothing
I really don't have to tell you much about this one Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own
No sympathy, no empathy either Homey I never denied ya nothing that you wanted Women, I never player hated I hooked You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had Love
know I'm saying, you looking kinda good What's happening, you don't do nothing Without your sister, and your cousin, ha-ha Whoa, you ain't saying nothing
visit at the moment? Mmmmm...the southern islands Strange Profession? Singing songs Do you like your job? I do Do you like your songs? I do
I said, "David, put that seven-inch on about loving bad boys and then dance with me." He said, "Silly ass bitch, that's my favorite song." He put it on
