worry about what they say 'Cause they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things in
hard to forget That's something I'll never permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things
call me swizz no more call me kaseem dean ? when i come thru hit you with the brand new buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2 but you know who
baby Nothing on you baby Not not not nothing on you babe Not not nothing on you I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things in my
they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby [Verse 1- B.o.B] I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things in my past that I
lifted off thier feet with heat nobody loves, you can feel the cold in thier hugs at each man checks his weapon that protects his life and last thing
It's a human sign When things go wrong When the scent of her lingers And temptation's strong Into the boundary Of each married man Sweet deceit comes
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
m lyin' all alone in my room Toss and turn don't know what to do I need a you I want somebody come ease this pain Baby please tell me your name I need a you A direction
the type built to last? It's no question, the master Villain in black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your
me kick it, what I mean, is let me mention The fact's not the fiction, it's sorta like addiction But there's one thing missing and there is no prescription From me, the maestro, direct
I feel that soul, bet I go Bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down, bro Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come
to lay your head And a little sympathy There are things you can replace And others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things This space is
a wrong turnin' on life's winding road? Won't somebody help me find the, find the right way to go? My life need some correction, alteration in direction Won't someone come
it from the back of my broken hand Another head aches, another heart breaks I'm so much older than I can take And my affection, well, it comes and goes I need direction
in four beers time That blue top shop top you've got on is nice Bit too much fake tan though but yeah, you score high But there's just one little thing
thing I do is... Talk to to corporate (like a boss) Approve memos (like a boss) Lead a workshop (like a boss) Remember birthdays (like a boss) Direct