, Exactly how you'll go. The moon and stars they glistened through your hair, And you looked so perfectly lovely, But there's always a nightmare, That comes along with every love story
m out for mine just to get one nut (Yeah.) Splackin' every day, always wearin' the glove A bitch must be stupid to fall in love (Ha!) 'Cause the Kid love
in love with the struggle Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo') and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another
the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
I'm at Me and my folks get mad love from the freaky hoes Sleaky hoes, right up under they nigga nose I'm at the bar gettin' lifted scopin' out the crew
: Like Maria's love for Antony I felt Such a West Side Story scene You lock me up with your love Now we're partners in crime And your cronies do your
on the prize don't fall to the way side reach for the sky [Verse 2] I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer And everybody fell in love with
I'll sing to him I love and he'll see my face in another place And with that the glass above Cracked into a million bits And she cried out "So the story
ll sing to him I love and he'll see my face in another place" And with that the glass above her Cracked into a million bits And she cried out "So the story
' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin', I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story, for surely,
let me fall and I'll sing you Another love song Another love song I looked into her face once more Sit you back so I can tell you a little story You
: Benny: Nathan, I cannot believe that a number one businessman like you Has fallen in love with his own fianc?e. Nathan: Alright, so Adelaide is my
don't believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall
thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, The face of a dead woman Shown, etched out a wheatfield
buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people Hold the person that you love
put the gun right to her head [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back
your hand. And I found out something about you, baby, without you. I'm a lonely man. So though I never say that I love you, I love you, darling I do, Carly, I do love
