Letras:
Number One Fan It S Not You It S Me

is not working out, I showed you the door, just go. You ask just too much of me, And if its all the same to you, I'll be alone. Don't say anything, You

Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to god you was playin Whether or not you was little

baby mama's not dead (uh-uhh) she's still alive and bitchin (yup) And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS

is comin My pockets keep tellin me it's gonna shower Call up my homies that's home Then pop in the night cause it's meant to be ours We keep a fade away

what you think about me If you know, then you shouldnt ask about me Mr. Hip hop - Mr. Punk Rock - Mr. Huntington beach It's ya boy Jahred, it's not what you

care WHAT you think about me - but just remember, when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years, twenty years from now, you're gonna

were proud of you. Mama you raised me right showed me for life. thru painted stripes, you gave us life. when i fell down you were the one to pick me up

direction. It has an equal number of tracks in each direction. ---------------------------------------- Forward-Left, Reverse-Right Are you listening? Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me

, you're the one who's riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin While you sleep I