the window instead of the door. now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I'm not high. I'm not high. she said good-bye, and i don't know why.
the window instead of the door. Now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I'm not high. I'm not high. She said good-bye, and I don't know why.
not. I made her up." "Oh, so she's not real?" "Just as real as you or I." "I don't think I understand." "Neither do I, but after I grow up I will. I
cookie jar I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny Anybody, everybody, they hate me I
your homies might be lined in chalk. I really hate to trip but I gotta lob, As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke. Fool, I'm the kinda g that
moaning and gobbling like a turkey I knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque I dropped her off man and I'm knowing That I'm a hate myself in the morning I
kinda like a cloud i was up way up in the sky. and i was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe. sometimes i don't believe them myself and i decided
kind of homey I could pull a crime with Then you're not - the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with And you're not - the kind of homeboy I associate
) I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I need a I need a I need a I need a A lover A lover A lover A lover A lover A lover A lover A loverboy for me {Ludacris
I blow that Mariah: I got myself a lover Who knows what I like When he invites me over I come every time When my sugar daddy Takes me for a ride Whatever way
care, I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone, but take a closer look, this hate I feel is
: I feel before we go any further I think that I should let you know I've got a boyfriend And I would hate to do Anything to hurt him So my loyalty I
She know he in a better place But she just wanna know why Know somebody tellin' lie If a nigga gon' die It's goin down I guarantee I'm gonna calm down I
the night falls I'm a soldier I'm a soldier I'm a soldier I'm a soldier [Verse 2: Young Buck] I know you want to kill me but i'm god's best friend So
It's still a war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams
and talk like a bitch If you're not the kind of homey I could pull a crime with Then you're not the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with And you
a certain kind of way when they walk So, since the first day in it I made a promise to myself I was gonna make it happen that's the way I felt You know
