VE SAID... THE NEVER ENDING SHIT TALKING WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN! [Chorus] YOUR LIFE LIKE YOUR MIND FEEDS ALL YOUR LIES! NO... NOT THIS TIME... NO... NOT THIS TIME... NO... NOT THIS TIME
ruined my life What the fuck am I doing? I can?t tell the difference from wrong and right I can guess my decisions cause I haven?t been this person in my
picture. A theme song in search of a movie, I've got the perfect script to match this tune. Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon? Lets not ruin
the night i will always find you you're tired of keeping us together i'm pushing harder for your heart you could not bear to face it sober my love
him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin' lines My little niggas usin' nines Spittin' rhymes But I flip a bird Feelin' like i'm losin' time Got to get
won't let you stop me now I won't cause I came too far I won't let you ruin my day I won't let you stop my pay I won't no not today I won't cause I came
, these trials and tribulations in front of my face is a test so I be standin' firm in my faith Stand not in my way, stand not in my way 'cause I'm a
real (It's all real) What you see (What you see) This is on me (This is on me) Everyday (Everyday) But I'm not tryin' to rush, I take ya time Real niggas
some hood shit. Showed em what to smoke when dey was blazing that bull shit. That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record play. Not a blemish on my
cause I got to get this money} So don't worry about me.. {cause I know my way around} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [
that it's ruined my rich little life, and I'm such a tortured artist. Let me make music about it and my tragic love life, am I on to something here? (
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
something home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin greener Raisin my fingers to critics raisin my
Cause we ain't gunna never stop, you just keep wastin' you energy on us You should find something to do with your time (time) And quit fuckin' with us
