I did see you flying I've been waiting Tomorrow to be insane I did see you crying I was smiling Tomorrow when I met all saints The days of leaving all
times I thrill with delight Oh how I've missed you and your tender kiss I've been a fool too long I took your love then broke your heart Can you forgive me
get you off my mind, They say come what may, But I can't let you fall for every line They say come what may, But I can't watch while you forgive him,
so what'd I say? They okey-dokin' How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin' I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin I'm
me through thick and thin, and I promise it's gonna pay off Though hurts you like a sailor cause baby you need to stay soft You took me on a ride, without
Serve in me cut, me straight balling, me balling me balling now Me run up they cut with me gun and drugs, nigga come to test me now Me pull the trigger
not to go You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten I smoke over and over again, God forgive me Cause
ta fuck you, you run and tell me that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted Me and
call you right back and shit And have to say, "Baby I apologize" Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you
giving up on you. I don?t miss giving up on you, And there's no more time. Forgive me one more time. ?Cause I don't want you Away. Just bury me I am
me? Papa, can you see me? Papa can you find me in the night? Papa are you near me? Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you help me not be frightened? Looking
[Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised... Well, do it next time. I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me? Yes.]
anymore (unh-unh!) She's gonna leave me And she don't believe me That I'll be true now Well maybe she don't love me And is not thinkin' of me But why
kiss my lips anymore (unh-unh!) She's gonna leave me And she don't believe me That I'll be true now Well maybe she don't love me And is not thinkin' of me
(Lennon/McCartney) [Bottle of Claret for you if I had realised? Well, do it next time. I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?
