But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb There
late But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb
didn't stick, The lawyers, ebay seller, life's a bitch and I probably could've had her, Here's to no witnesses, playing dumb like I don't know what this
leave you alone (lone) And I know I'm living wrong. But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a
and Fo to the Fum! I smell the game of four wicked mortal men Try to play my mind, try to play me humdrum But now it gets dumb, and here comes the sum
yourself with paper chasers and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player
to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb I guess I live life forever
to just calm down and peep what the fuck they wanna do for the rest of the life 'Fore you end your life before you BEGIN your life You dumb nigga Now
I love her so I don't have to play it we sit and drink in the sun I raise my glass and say she's the one cool breeze light squeeze life Take my advice
tryin to live life and do a little good I played my part but I didn't ride the bull [Chorus] Life goes on and on and on Life goes on and on and on Life
I have might be good for something .. to another And little Miss Fortune is short to become Unfortunately just like her mother I've seen her back when I was young and dumb
Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night With GOOD company and better jewelers To the Good Life, we GOOD music
numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy
no dumb shit Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya, Creepin' up outta the hood, Rolled to the West Coast wid this rap shit nigga made good Thinkin
Ludacris)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Remix, yeah, we know about that ghetto life
Instead of me she gon go down Maybe I would of slowed down if I knew what I knew now I'm scooby I know I'm dumb It cud get fuckin old but it's good I
dumb and everything . . . Phyllis: It's a good apple, monster. Don: And so she relates to people that are ugly, dumb and awkward. Phyllis: Let me take
