to turn the page All stories need an ending It makes no sense to stay Livin' my life in yesterday I'm leaving, I'm leaving And I'm begging you Heart, don
You say it's better to behave just like I never met you Why is it only I can cry And you can say goodbye in a minute Don't you remember I was your friend
'll make you an offer, child That you cannot refuse So don't nobody bring me no bad news When you're talking to me Don't be cryin' the blues 'Cause don
Even though I just can't help myself Maybe you need someone else To spend more time to ease your mind But never say I don't love you, I do Never say I don
Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade Don't tell
don't like it (don't like it), Don't knock it, (don't knock it) Somebody else (somebody) might want to rock it If you don't need it (don't need it), Don
Hush now, don't explain Just say you'll remain I'm glad you're back Don't explain Quiet don't explain What is there to gain? Skip that lipstick Don't
Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride Just me and my boss, no worries at all Listening
on the block, pies on the shelf, if i ain't in the back of the bach, I ain't in nothin' else ahaha I'm somthin' else. [Chorus] (Rick Ross) Uh, uhhh,
Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white 24 karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that Ross
let the story begin, begin Yeah Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much Starin' in the streets so I don't sleep much Watchin' the snakes so they don
never die Niggas couldn't do nothin' with me They put the devil on me I would have preferred if niggas Would squeeze the metal on me Rumors of Lucifer, I don
Boss Ricky Ross It's Triple-C Color cut clarity My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation under God Real niggas getting money from the fucking start I think I'm Big Meech
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay
get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos
see I never would. Just can't forget about you, no, no, no. You know I never would. Never ever would. And I never ever could. And don't think that I
