It's on you Stay home, take a ride, you decide It's on you To the movies, to the bedroom, what you wanna do It's on you Hey! Anything goes on between
it's going to hurt That's the way the whole thing started Oh oh oh oh oh You know it's gonna hurt You know it's gonna hurt That's the way the whole thing
can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
mind. She tries to pick a fight, to get attention. Demi : It's not good to psycho analyze Demi & Joe : That's what all of my friends say. Demi : You Joe : Me Demi & Joe
down the groove That's why I'm counting on you [Chorus] And if I heard you on the radio I'd never wanna change a single note It's what I tried to say
read my mind (I try to read her mind) Joe: You try to pick up fight, to get attention (It's not good to psycho analyze) Both: That's what all my friends say Demi: You, Joe
?t do nutting at all Come on let?s face it A ghetto education?s basic And most of di youth dem waste it And when dem waste it Dat?s when dem take the
on your mind Don't you know it's the same sad situation? How long, how long Woman will you weep How long, how long Rock yourself to sleep [Joe's instrumental] Everybody feels alright you
have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me
Joe, you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But what ever you wish to keep, you, you better grab
out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken-soft You playing games until this red light's on ya It's like the Playstation's off Smith & Wesson work
Fabolous] It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it
that's why I'm ignorin ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating off
dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to
you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on
size of melons, That's when the fiends start tellin' you can Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock, Like Ellen! Prime-time nigga, it's my time
They call it murder (You can't fuck with the real!) They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder (Nigga, don't cross
