[Verse 1:] I Guess It's That Time Of Year When The Clouds Go Away, And All My Blue Skies Are Fading Today Now The Rains Pouring Down And I'm Soaking
you too much I can't let go of your love 'Cause I live for your touch And I can't think of your need [?] 'Cause I think about us No matter how hard I
Lookin' at her favourite photograph Always thought that I could make you laugh And now you seem so cold And I'm just cold Tell me girl what's your explanation
[Verse 1:] It's been a minute since I've seen you And I've been trying to forget you I know without you I'm a better man But there's just one thing that
s over (over), over (over), over (over) too late, baby (it's too late) wish we (wish we), could be but it's over (over), over (over), over (over) http://www.lyvido.com/matt-cab
She could be the one (yea) She could be the one (yea) She could be the one (yea) She could be the one the one See u let it go it knocks me off my feet
(Baby I need you, I need you) One more kiss One more touch One more chance I would die Just to live And see your face again I'm stuck in this life
Damn baby Just don't understand where we went wrong I gave you my heart I gave you my soul I gave you? As a matter of fact I was the one who said I
[feat. Elisha Laverne] Close to you! oh, yeah! I was really high, kept it to myself, The way I feel about you... I wasn't sure how you felt I know that
The way you put it down on me I can't explain it honestly I'm at a lost for words You got my tongue tied Cause you fulfilled my fantasy Where there's
[Verse 1:] She got me goin' crazy Thinkin' about the things we used to be All the things she meant to me How she said she'd never leave Don't know how
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat I tell you bout this fucking rats They even snitch and bend over to catch No matter how you look at it
em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake
go insane. It's only half-past twelve but I don't care. It's five o'clock somewhere. I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab, An' be back to work
as her uncharged phone hit the wall And what the hell did he look like She asked herself but did really matter at all If she could call a cab this wouldn
You can rely on the old man?s money It?s a bitch girl, it?s but I?ve gone too far And you know it don?t matter You know it don?t matter Anyway (too far
