my lips For fear that they could fall and fade into the air Who cares? CHORUS Guide my way Be my star on a stormy day Light my way Be my star on a stormy
box of my car So I'm front page of the sun, the mirror and the daily star I'm either goin down for twenty or thugs are out to get me My walls are
star [Jane:] Say OOOO [Jane:] We be! [Kev:] Free and funkedafied to def [Jane:] We be! [Prohgress:] Junkies when the beat is fresh [Jane:] You are [J Splif:] Something like a super star [Jane
that a number one businessman like you Has fallen in love with his own fianc?e. Nathan: Alright, so Adelaide is my weakness, can't you be tolerant that
so what, that's about as far as it goes, we will be friends, I'll call you again, I'll chase you around every bar you attend, never know what kinda car I'll be
men and It's like their all the same My appetite for lovin' Is now my hunger pain And when I'm feelin' sexy Who's gonna comfort me? My only problem is
3: Ok now i be ballin i i be be ballin you can catch me in the air i be ballin when im tryin to buy some gear i be mallin in the middle of the club or
I be ballin' I. I. I be. I be ballin' You can catch me in the air. air I be [? ] When I'm tryna grab some gear. gear... I be mallin' In the middle of
[VERSE 3] Ok now I be ballin I I I be ballin You can catch me in the ait. I be ballin When im tryna buy some gear, I be mallin In the middle of the
the N-G-S-T-A So fuck them other N-I double-G A's Hate the po-po's and kill the DA Hang with my crew, blue strings in my shoes Mary jane and some loot
now, get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panetela Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, stacks in my
, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Palette Dutchy, Wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack
the same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up and inadequate And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get You make
is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane It's my aeroplane Sitting in my kitchen I'm turning into dust again My melancholy baby The star
up Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane Can't Stand the
kiss her Keep all the arms and limbs in a large bin My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan In the fuckin toilet where my bars been They been the
Mary Jane (stalkin me) Since I have met ya girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain) You stole my heart (stole my heart), right from the start (right
