enough And your feel the world has grown cold And your drifting out on your own And you need somebodys hand to hold, darlin Reach out Reach out for me baby Reach out
like this, I'ma pull out my chrome I don't wanna have to send a nigga home Lord, please take me home, come and take me home Take, take me home 'cause
swell over the double Me problems tends again and never left When I see the face of Zee Bothers me, backa??n yo step! You never could feel my wepts (remember
I pop, popped everyone else Tanks swell over the double Me problems tends again and never left When I see the face of Zee Bothers me, back n yo step You never could feel
wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home -Chorus- -Phil Collins- So take, take me home, Cause I dont remember, Take, take me
out noise But they always get into it with the jump out boys And why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs You ain't legitimate, you out here
You gotta love me with a feelin' (Love me with a feeling) Yeah, love me, love me with a feelin' (Love me with a feeling) You got to love me with a feelin
's no place left for me, i'm tired There is no safe place for me to hide Theres no place left for me I'm tired So tell me a story about your life I
Oh, oh, look at me, I'm out of control Cell phone is dead so I'm going to the corner store, store To check my voice mail on the pay phone Hope you left
something I never had to question Closure, we had closure But you left me unsure of a sure thing Seeing you getting up close to her Sends me back where
to me What are you doin' to me? Tell me (What you're doin' to me, baby tell me, what you're doin' to me) What are you doin' to me? Tell me (What you'
was about to begin Yo yo, one bitten jabberjaws tryin' to taste the Paper written kids be bullshittin' I see they flaws Too many rebels not enough cause for me
feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now
Aight, yeah Hot shit E-40, um I'm goin' Let me breathe on ya, man Let me speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game Let me show you
he gettin' sent back Don't resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be Young, rich and famous bitches can't get enough of me And they runnin' up on me usually
rip a track Where all my terrorist niggas at? Show me some love, give me love You gotta ask yourself how ill is this Only my thug niggas feelin this
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Don't play wit me Don't play wit me Don't play wit me Don't play wit me Don't play wit me Work them hips Run girl