This ends, this conversation ends This conversation ends Count your days Count your days Your broken savior's wondering eyes Arms wide open, eyes closed tight This ends, this conversation ends
knew I was enchanted to meet you This is me praying that This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends My thoughts will echo your name
Moving at the speed of sound Yeah yeah, yeah yeah With my head up in the clouds My ma keeps telling me I better stay in school But when that ends, Lord
nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still doin this
know how Ohhhh.. {*cut off and echoes*} [Paul Wall] It started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this
I was enchanted to meet you too This is me praying that this was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name until
And everything feels so boring Is that where it ends With your life thru a lens Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black She shouldn't wear this,
the corner store you stood I reminisce infection As I lay back will I ever see her face again As I reminisce, as I reminisce, yeah yeah yeah A happy story always ends
afraid I'll flip that hoe like a script 'Cause for all that flow, niggas might trip 'Cause pussy's a man's best friend And she gotta keep shakin' till the record ends
could always pull me through We stood outside together And we laughed like ancient friends Then we lay down in a field Just where the road begins and ends
Uh uh, check it out, uh, Junior Mafia uh I like this, yeah, uh, yeah, 94 To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical
the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn
ground Why can't I find my one and only? Now you know roll a Beamer and a Benz When I'm dishin' out ends Why you trppin' on a player baller Havin' good conversation
time and ride out To tha finest hideout, silver wrist and a twist 'Cuz the neighborhood homes is a risk And uh do you really wanna ride wit me Sit back and hide wit me Conversate
Busta we shot callin In the land of pause You paper haters wanna take shots But this shit don't stop You bout to get got Englewood we all about them ends
a call I'll never get So this is where the story ends A conversation on IM Well I'm done with texting Sorry for the miscommunication Oohh This is an
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I'm not ready to confront I'd rather cement my words this way This could be the easy road out But I'm just not all that happy So I'm writing all this