say I'm sorry, I wont ask why. I wont say, goodbye. Maybe I just, dont deserve you. Maybe I'm just, not good enough. Maybe I just, care too much. Maybe
I heard ya But I never showed an emotion If I haven't ever said it, you got on my devotion When I fell hard you picked me up Maybe think about my life
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not
callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem
'Stan'] Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not
gonna let ya Let me tell you now: my love is strong enough To last when things are rough, it's magic! You say that I waste my time, but I can't get you off my
eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What
no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace Who woulda
line and dragged my name through the dirt believe me girl you're gonna feel all my hurt I work hard for the things that are in my hands my fans are what
my life In my* I STILL I LOVE YOU I WANT YOU IN MY LIFE I still love you I still want you I still need you In my life In my* (It's Fo Reel) I STILL I
that at '' maybe it was yourself, maybe I wasn`t there, maybe it's slipped down between the years ' My memory isn't exactly all that now. But my friend
a big girl, understood the circumstances Never took for granted sneak away romances Tonight's the last night, I cant go on like this Gotcha cryin' on my shoulder, tryna beg me not
I want it all, I just cant figure out Nothing I want to steal your innocence To me my life it dont make sense $25 wont get me far My last resort is to
seconds I lost all that I had trusted The convictions in my soul Were replaced by injustice. Maybe it?s not me Must be a mistake My ground broke to pieces Shook my
brisket Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving I grind hard, my pockets full like