Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way. Tore up! Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up. Woh-oh-oh tore up! Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up. Tore up over you
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Tore up over you, and I just can't find my way. Tore up! Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up. Woh-oh-oh tore up! Yeah, yeah, yeah, tore up. Tore up over you,
up competition cause there really is none steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up electricity we store it up Can't nobody do it like 311
got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I'll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you
can make you love me more You can't tell I fucks wit you I needed you I thought that you understood that based on how I treated you I don't pay attention
need somebody To come wake me up, shake me up Help me to stand up, stand up You put me down You cut me down You turned me down And i still stick around You
: Tore it up again I couldn't stop again Let it go till there was nothing in the way Fought the feeling then I gave in again Sweet surrender to an angel
it You niggaz is ridiculous, eat a dick or some cyphillis Ya'll slow, still I done sucked it up, Drake tell em what the fuck is up I used to cut the
3 in the morning I?d still be up Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealer?s, tryna re-up
let you knock it if You press the issue and get undressed to kiss you If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice But when you catch
warm, I give you shelter from the storm, I will take good care of you tonight. Somebody made you sad, treated you so bad, but that's all over, i won'
last It's just a flesh wound Missin' my heart but it still cuts deep Nothin' but a flesh wound It tore me apart and I still can't sleep You know you
: My brother I watch over you, though you tore up my life Am free, and tonight reborn Inside the shade of a burning spoon People empty their souls
Do you, er, do you actually sit down when you get up in the morning and, and write out a song, or do you . . . When you say you write it, you compose it you
cases, but I had capital Hypocritic system let me right back at you You better hope a rich rapper never attacks you Not even that scratches you, 'specially if you
around some cute whores before That either me or my boys tore it up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life