Salt jaded and empty silence And the long drive home, And the long drive home, I Swerved round the lane hours Fatigued with the thoughts in my mind And the long drive home
break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin' [Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of
the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home after I break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin
I was young, so was she. Life didn't stay a mystery for very long... We could do no wrong. Then she called, said she was late. So we took a little drive
even help you the state that you in but you gota trust christ man you gotta trust in jesus come on (Chorus) Ya head spinnin you dizy you need a break
bed Fifteen years old plus one, Hotter than a microwave oven Oh Mary baby, Your daddy is coming home. (cheers and applause) My place, is not a home
arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a
t got No time to waste Don't want a watch With a diamond face I wanna watch Through a scope Head shot From a mile away Ya head pop like JFK Like a plot
in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Some call the strip club, I call the indoor track I may even put you where
t live too long So what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to
the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream Audi Coupe, looking good so I went
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
got no time to waste Don't want a watch with a diamond face I wanna watch through a scope Head shot from a mile away Ya head pop like JFK, like a plot
to the script It don't last long hit 'em and I last long Can't drive em south long send 'em in a cab home You takin mad long getcha bags gone I ain't
lost I might look like a girl, But I feel like a rapper Hesta hooks it up when she dresses like a flapper You can ask your friends, I'm a bit of a napper
It's been a long time girl, but I'll keep on waiting I'll keep waiting till that day When you come back on home to me Life's too short to live without
