to your senses Come down from your fences open the gate It may be rainin' but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you You better love somebody love
cheatin' side of town. CHORUS: You can't hide your lyin' eyes. And your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now, you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your
your table But you only want the ones That you can't get Desperado oh you ain't getting' no younger Your pain and your hunger They're drivin' you home
me There is no difference. So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle... Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give And the love
trying to pressure you But my loves to incredible For to waste In front of your face Then I give you something you can feel To let you know your hollering
be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When
s that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
don't always listen so he call me back and say ?I told you? But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in your child And
lost their baby daughter and she was only three She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree [Chorus:] Been holdin' this pain inside for so long
bitch go bezerk the game will make it hurt T-Pain know ima flirt (and we love it!) get ya ass up and fuck me then I know you brought your girls girl
us in gold seaters and throw it up Its all hood, niggas rep your sets if your cuz or blood niggas we all bleed, these niggas can't breathe Only because
a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the
top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
shake another hand sign another autograph it's cool Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll Long
t gon' Worldstar me I ain't your average rapper You drinking all the Goose then bitch I ain't finna pay You don't look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Blood nigga's what's up! My Ese's what's up! Show a nigga some love I'm back with a anthem nigga's throw your hands up Bitch's dancin' Nigga's question