for your chance You would reach inside And take of me You want your lies To smother me again But now you can't Don't even try You're wasting time Come
are A blink and a flash back to you again You push me down tried to steal it all This time I pushing back! Don't even try your wasting time Jump back
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Waiting for your chance You would reach inside And take of me You want your lies To smother me again But now you can't Don't even try You're wasting time
journey don`t look back, only think of me when you get there/(chorus) so don`t waste your time don`t you walk away from it don`t waste your time a little
waste of mi saucy perilier used to look good in the videos now she look hideous now its broken crack pipes with lipstick traces walk the cold night red
say you nigga is Clinton (ha-ha) HilBilly MF (half these nigga don't even get that) Hillary Bill Clint fuck it they don't get it (Let's not waste no more time
sex and crime to supply our minds An amazing time, come on in Our world - and we party on till our life is done Just to waste on time - till the end
sex and crime to supply our minds an amazing time, come on in Our future - and we party on 'til our life is done Just to waste our time - 'til the end
dummies I'm the gang rapper on a regular route Me and Weezy blood brothers we got red Ferraris Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardis Red tops on
da Tight hit 11/5's in the motherfuckin house [x4] Well I started off a hustla indo smokin Weed in my lungs so a nigga kept chokin Eyes kinda red blood
your brother The t-e-s-t I pass with with flying colors I'm capable and on the case Gettin straight to the point with no time to waste The point is that
and Pamela did We put the icing on the cake and we covered the spread You fuck with me or my niggas you'll be covered in red Thats like when them young
house Grab a shot of liquor and pop pop popped it in my mouth An' I'm thinkin to my self that this might be a waste of my time, cause what if I don't
out like Todd Bridges off Different Strokes I was born to rock, born to rhyme What you lookin' at is somethin' that's before their time Like the number 2-3 in the red
the highway To see how far I'll come a-run a-run run running All that we had salvaged from the fire Was a waste of time (But) what a waste of time
