I've got something I want to tell you I've got something I want to say All the things that you say and do girl Don't you know that they're not my way
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my heart you want to sacrifice PRECHORUS: 'Cause I have loved you oh so long, and I I just know that you still care And every day since you've been gone I I
? I guess I showed you, didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it, didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face, did I? I could've got real shitty but
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
something that I gotta tell your ass" I said "What is it, another nigga? It's ok" She said "No I forgot to tell you, that I got AIDS" I got up out
fuck you I said what repeat it again Chill son you?re weeded again Slow down god you?re speedin' again Face lookin' like you?re fiendin' for hen Who that wit you
flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I
reason to talk If you want something to say Then start telling me how you could hurt me that way 'Cause it was hell getting over you Damn you for what you
brain be so bright? Brr kitt vre, alright If I punch you in the face it don't mean nothin' I mean, I don't want you gettin' mad or somethin' Just relax
I knew you wanted to tell me In your voice there was something wrong But if you would turn your face away from me You cannot tell me you're so strong
I haven't been right And god, I thank you for this precious gift, my life I love you lord [magic] Lord. Me and mia. We do this all for you. I thank you
dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain
trench Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench My fist, I twist words you use to rip The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get
let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me
gluing back and i am still not getting what i want i want to touch the back of your right arm i wish you could remind me who i was because every day
the middle of the barn It seems you want me to be the lady under ya arm Well I'll consider it, maybe show me ya tongue baby And I'm sure that I could
you know how I be And why these niggas want to pull me in I ask myself that same question over and over again It's a small world, my girl, I'm smashing
