where you are Take my hand and I will never give up hope You inhabit my heart 4. Home © Vigoda 1993 I am holding something precious It is mine, but not my own
Looking at my own eyes in the rear view Catching flashbacks of our eye contact Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back I would hold you in my
't wanna waste your time With some kind of playa line But I need to know some things about you One, do you have a man you claim? Are you doing your own
in dreams a teen And now my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don
with a pistol with pistols, feel that the verbal'll serve you Heard my words are satanic and wishful Then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no horse We need
(Devin) Walk up in da session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say Pull out
But before I put my trust in a man, I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when 12
my cool, so I keep it true I got somethin' to lose, so I gotta move I can't keep myself and still keep you too So I keep in mind when I'm on my own
nothing Blow one hundred on jewels Make it back up on a Monday Why niggas trying to floss? They balling out to budget Everyday on the grind Bitch my mind is on
was 11 My grams look Like 7's my killers Look like reverends Yea u better count Yo blessings Convict piece around my neck Misdameter on my risk Got a fellon on my
my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary My sister a year later, let me gather my
my niggas on And we gonna be the ones on TV Everybody gon see me, you'll see man Aww! Can't wait til I get back home And I'ma put all my niggas on And
alone I'm going on May my love lift you up to the place you belong I'm going on And I promise I'll be waiting for you, ooh Don't follow me
work right without you I get busted up, need fixing up now, baby My senses stop making sense No wait, that don't make no sense I get thrown off by my own
someone else some someone else, some kind of excuse me please have you seen my mind I'm trying to find it I'm acting like I'm on a shelf waiting to be purchased like my
re the queen, I know what you need Do you mean that? You know what I mean I got what you need, yes I do You can try to be my babe Come on take it, take
on my tippy-toes To touch a star Trying to catch joy in a glass jar and yes by far I'm so much further than they are Turn the radio on, let the music
call me too soon The reason why I had to have my son And every time I've ever opened my mouth and said something Bout living was to earn my ones Have