you, he loves you not So crawl in closer, be a doll He gives you just a taste but you want it all. But if you stumble before you fall, (Take a little
love you than to hate you, girl I, I want you to know You're my, you're my You're my shawty Say you're my, you're my You're my shawty Girl, you make
Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burial ground Or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia
, I can see in your eyes, your eyes You make me wanna die I'll never be good enough You make me wanna die And everything you love, right up in the light
got a special flow sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts the simple mathematics. you
I got a special flow Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts The simple Mathematics You
pop popstars like you, you need a dude like me to appreciate your wealth I know you got an elevator in your house but with me you'll appreciate the steps
There's nowhere I can go and you owe me But I'll forgive you if you start fresh and you show me That you're worthy of my love and if you can't love a
her with the Nina I'ma kill her when I see her so Tell me have you seen her? Tell me have you seen her? It be them girls with the pretty face and the pretty rides Pretty
meat blacken You try get fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you
wen I pass the cops Who's as bad as a savage ock (ock) You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw You'se a ball hog you ain't never pass the rock
m better as a memory Than as you man I see you leaning You?re bound to fall I don?t want to be that mistake I?m just a dreamer Nothing more You should
'll fall to you just like a child Pretty thing, I've got you Right where this trouble lands With reckless burning I have been charged again Pretty thing
I'm growing old And I've got what it takes to get all of you men told My mama says I'm reckless, my daddy says I'm wild My mama says I'm reckless,
With all hope and dreams kept within A woman's voice close to my ear Said, "Why don't you come in here?" "You looked soaked to the skin" Soaked to the skin You
All these empty dreams back What of tomorrow? You see it But could you ever believe it? Your fate But could you really heed it? Can't help it But can you
, my baby's pretty as a car crash, sexy as a stinger Of a hornet in your arm, just another modern swinger Screaming, catch me if you can, with a cigarette