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Cross The In Charge Of My Heart

my money and head back into town Driving cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my daddy's

with a story I sure have I told my wife we oughta save money That's the way it's gotta be Oh gotta gotta be that way She cancelled all the charge accounts

charge your mind (Oh, you're staying on my mind, baby) If you ever think about me (Oh, I think, I think about you all the time) And if I ever cross your

years Laying low in a blood filled trench Kill tim 'til my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again In

we on resorts and islands With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin' My Louis slippers, Polo top Linen shorts so my balls don't get

you broke my heart The awful truth is really sad I must admit I was awful bad While lovers laughed and music plays I stumbled by and I hide my pain

I hate barely know what my name is, Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous, Willing to spill my blood to be famous, Willing to spill my blood to make

up charges against my client Snoop Dogg, Tha Doggfather - for 227 counts of flexing his G's, popping his P's dotting his I's and crossing his T's. The

steal my s**t I got six 12's u can hear my s**t (webbie verse 2) Man i really be trunken, man i really be beatin U can hear when im comin, u can hear