left They were part of our history, this story I was always taking pictures Cause I didn't wanna miss you so bad, miss you this bad Miss you so bad, miss you so
pace when you got shit made So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the days When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane And too often
dead can't talk to you right now but I'm coming to get you,coming.. I'm coming to get you,coming.. I'm rushing cause I'm missing my boo, my my baby.. You
be there, that's all you had to say to me was You couldn't be there, why couldn't you say to me You won't be there, you coulda warned me You wouldn't
Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you
