: Alone on a train aimless in wonder An outdated map crumpled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going They're all different names for the
la pasion (Coro) (No es lo mismo corazon,no es lo mismo) No es lo mismo,no es lo mismo (No es lo mismo corazon,no es lo mismo) No se siente igual
: SPOKEN Whitney: Um?hey Deb. Deborah Cox: Mmm hmm? WH: Thank you for being woman enough to come. DC: Whitney, what's this about? SUNG WH: I
Hey Deb Uh huh Thank you for being woman enough to come Whitney, what's this about? I know he's leaving me for you Who said that, who told you that is
Intro: Young Neef] Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin knock nigga G.I.F.I. Rocafella records you know [Verse 1: Young Neef] Said it's a nice day out And
Can you turn away from the TV everyday? Do you go to bed in time And do you work the next day? Can you throw away your cigarettes for good? Do you say
Alone on a train, aimless in wonder An outdated map, crumbled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going 'Cause they're all different names for
sitting atop of the throne you've built, peering down upon an average boy. filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities. a hardened shell that i broke
I used to wake up at night With this song going through my mind Tried so hard to write is all down But the melody was hard to find Then one night
There's no time to phone home when you're racing your own time You contemplate, you gotta wait your own turn Up the noise, with some poison with great
Seasons come, people go Lovers change, you don't know You did change but we both agree And you're not you and she's not me I feel like I've been abused
Why I got to be that be the bigger woman, when these bitches know they got that shit coming Fuck whats wrong and whats right, Im fucking up this bitch
[Trae] It's still the same thang ain't nothing changed, me and my dogs trying to have thangs Flipping our cheddar trying to maintain, don't wanna go to
SPOKEN Whitney: Um?hey Deb. Deborah Cox: Mmm hmm? WH: Thank you for being woman enough to come. DC: Whitney, what's this about? SUNG WH: I know
(R. Martin/S. Cardenas) Even if you choose to go On your seperate way I'm hoping you'll be back Here the same but different. Colder bodies colder still
Alone on a train aimless in wonder An outdated map crumpled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going They're all different names for the same
There's no time to phone home when you're Racing your own time. We contemplate, you gotta wait your own turn. Up the noise, with some poison with great