I don't need this conversation 'Cause I don't need to see you cry You need one more confirmation Like I need one more reason why I know this might not
It's goin' down like this ma-fucka Is the shit gone ever change 'Cause I be caught up in the middle of it Click my pistol, and then in his fuckin' throat
Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry knives? Don't be to civil 'cuz even white folks get jacked to Doctors, high
Can't get to Heaven in a silver spoon Polish everything except for the mark on you, you Come be the first in line, to shake the hand of mine Come be
I went looking for my darling I went looking for a sign And I found her in the morning Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm not what I could be I need
I'm peepin out the sain for the peeps who gimme props For stayin out that madness you know it ain't gon stop In so many ways I let 'em know In so many
Well, you look like an angel with the old head in the clouds You woke me up this morning with the old foolin' around At a half past three, oh, lately
There's no sight she'd rather see Than poor old broken hearted me I never been the kind of man to let a woman changes my plan But all of that was history
Your words go through and through me And leave me totally dazed For they do such strange things to me They nearly make me gloomy For you dear are so
When you tried to build me up with the wrong words All it did was kill me And when you said you trusted in all that I feel I never quite believed you
========================= Bananarama - Bad For Me ========================= Its something wonderful when he makes love to me Hes everything I ever need
It?s 7:35 She?s someone else?s wife And I can get on with my life And that thrills me She married him today Her daddy gave the bride away I heard a tear
I sleep in but what am I missing I hate school and I'd rather stay in bed Where I rest my lonely head I stay indoors cause outside it's pouring I like
I still wear these worn out jeans I have to wear long-johns underneath Down by the harbour there's a cool, cool breeze I've never wondered if oceans can
I am a prisoner in a war of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow. Choke the throat of passion and sorrow.