We want all very simple things but we know very little And so we get very complicated stuff love and such, 'cause all in all we're beautiful How easily
on my name talkin down on my name-talkin down on my name Whut Up Now nigga bitch I'm comin to see you simple and plain to see you simple and plain-I'm
was just friends conversating Getting to know one another on a friendly basis Lets face it, we from two different worlds that don't collide But when they do the crash
jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple
smashed again. I'll be dammed! - Just fucked around and crashed my Benz. Driving around with a smashed front end - let's cash that one in. Grab another
[I. Overture] [Instrumental] [II. About to crash] She can't stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes
I crash and burn I got a lot of things to learn Where would we be now baby, if we found each other first What would you do now darling, if I said these simple
I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin', I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position The funny thing is
fuck up! And dippity DO what we gotta Who we gotta When we gotta It's murder murder mur murder murder--don't think about it! One thing about it: them
drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing
in, back seat, just sit in Four hoes on a black tryna put their bid in Girl, put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing Happen, the rest of y'all, eat
Wanna holla at you in a minute F'real, ha ha {*"pump ya brakes"*} [Verse One: Will Smith] All this excess, stress I can't take it Slow that thing down
ya brakes"*} Wanna holla at you in a minute F'real, ha ha {*"pump ya brakes"*} [Verse One: Will Smith] All this excess, stress I can't take it Slow that thing
gotta get off this phone Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it
Love don't show in the pavement cracks There will be no turning back Where is my comfort zone? A simple place to call my own 'Cause everything I wanna be Comes crashing
drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in johnny The boy disappeared, johnny fell on his knees, Started crashing his head against the locker, Started crashing
Galloway' edition Is yo' mother fuckers still pushin' expeditions? Won't catch a bitch like na na rollin' in 'em Small thing, bitch we own things Give
