the time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
floss You can even ask my dentist Bow be on da other shit All da hoes lovin it Bought two phantom's in one day for the fuck of it Iced out rolly Balling like janobi You
do better than I'm a do me so-so I'm a do me my wife take time to do me you don't kick it like I kick it bitch I kick it I'm kinda Bruce Lee I'm the shooter
ya gon'! Check it out though "Come on!" Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yo yo You could never understand The way that I feel but you swear ya can Cuz you politics
that you're the one Girl, it's plain to see that, I ain't nothin' without you And it seems like every song on the radio is about you girl So stay on
like, "Why would I want to eat liver? I don't even like liver!" I'm like, "No, I said 'delivered' " She's like, "I heard you say liver!" I'm like, "
imma do me so so imma do me my WATCH SAY TIME TO DO ME. u dont kick it like i kick it, bitch i kick it im kinda bruce lee. im the shooter behind the shooting
feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club You
there, I swear I didn't mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me? Can you
do, me better than ima do me, so so ima do me My watch say time do me, you don't kick it like a kick it bitch I kick it, im kinda Bruce lee Ima shooter
, you were there When it got heavy, I held it, you were there The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there I know you love me You know, you
I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?) The seventh of September
I hear it on the radio everywhere I go They tell me I'm a loser to be alone The silver screen and Seventeen say I'm supposed to be 2 not 1 in a lifetime
hood near you (it's... it's...) Or maybe not so near you. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] L-Look, look... First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
near miss on the plane You swear you'll never fly again After the first kiss when you make up You swear you'll never break up again And when you've just
grab a radio, push record and play And I just kept quiet and parlayed If you got somethin' to say, you gotta say it now Here's your chance It started
