, mama They're playin' ur favorite song Turn it On Hey! Oh, Turn it On Hey! (x2) Four of records Nothing's solved Turn it up and loud on Tell off bills
[Jenna G] Try to explain I know it's complicated But I still have this feeling More serious than butterflies My inside's so sore Finding it hard to let
show Never worry that is the way that I roll I'm a bad man, what is it let me say again You can try copy like a slave to a trend Nothing they can say and
This is the story of a street life Story of a street life [3x] If you not understand my ghetto You should have never come around It seems like every
love to me Just drop me a line And tell me where you'll be I'll be right here If you can find the time Just be sincere Cause I don't have the time And
Sweet sensation I am a man with a heavy heart And I dent onto the pages Writing with automatic self destruction I- It's a blind faith A cruel waste
When my mind stops thinking My eyes stop blinking I hope Somebody's there And my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air I hope somebody cares When the blood dries in my veins and
[Plan B] You don't care About me Anymore That's why you, you wanna break my heart Into pieces on the floor If you don't care About me Anymore Why do
platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And
god, but it's real, And I still can't believe, and my heart still grieves the loss, Ason Unique loved wine and fine women, We singin' on tour ooo baby
but it's real, and I still can't believe And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women We singing
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
Introduced you to my dogs, that don't love hoes and firm fiascoes Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin' a Tango And cash, always
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed be there just to serve and protect But they just punch faces a lot and choke necks Then
them hits for ya' and when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya' all my niggas paper chase, paper chase, and when them motherfuckers
to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it 'cause I ain't going for it So pray to the lord that I don't pull out, cuss out and bust out
and we would both rule, forever, And I would never feel pain and never be without pleasure, ever, again And if the rain stops, And everything's
How I keep from goin' under And ever since I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase A fat connect with
