reason You wasted your time But you're a waste of my time And you're nothing without your lonely heart, your lonely heart And I only care for the one
the reason You wasted your time But you're a waste of my time And you're nothing without your lonely heart, your lonely heart And I only care for the one
even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me Too many
my baby No one be like you No one, no one like you [one like you] No one, one like you [one like you] No one, no one VERSE 2 About a year ago Before
Have a car, kids, and Vanessa Williams as my spouse A dog in the yard, to protect the premises Fuck Good Times, I'm talkin' about some of that Cosby shit Four
[Chours 1: spoken] This song will discuss four main parts of the brain, the cerebrum, the cerebellum, the limbic system and the brain stem and one individual
, my click was all strong Fit together seamlessly, til you're all gone [Foreign content] The queen by far, is the strongest piece Should too, should
15 and you feel real old youngster (Hang on) You only 21 and you ain't even coming home soldier (Hang on) Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (
. And I think the album says everything. Yeah, I wrote "Kids of the Century" about more than two years ago now. And remembering that time I feel like,
you give them your all How many times you hang up when you're dying to call Try to dial his numbers and you start with the first four And when you get
screaming voices Too many times, too many times Too many times, too many times Too many times, too many times Too many times, too many times Too many times
drugs at the same time, no it's not true Tom: It's not true you have to carry a weapon. How many of you guys have girlfreinds and how many of your girlfriends
thug on (Come on, come on, come on) Everybody, come on See, cats real clever like me bringin' the strong Had a deal for a year, can't write one song Been side too
And the first time I saw her, she was beautiful Sixty two plus forty six equals one hundred and eight Possible years they'll live long too That's almost
Boy! Ouch! Will you make up your mind you and me are making Dex signals. dex: Maybe some other time!... Teacher: Four score and seven years ago is
glock nine When you speaking of the hardest nigga Bring hood's name up D Block bitch, we about to have the game chained up My words too strong, bars too