but it was all lies This goodbye cause i cant play this anymore You couldnt ask for anything, i could have given more All the passion and work that i devoted All the lyrics
us [Chorus] In this california king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I've been california wishing on these stars for your heart, for me My california king Eye to eye
gone You know I've got you, like a puppet in the palm of my hand, don't you let me down (don't you let me down) So run like hell, sleep with one eye
around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say Ronnie Ray you need to stop it Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit Dip up in the club and she eye
mon, [x4]C'mon, C'mon, ya gotta put me on, (You gotta put me on) [Verse 1] Ever since I first arrived here, I've been, on the run like an eye tear, And
, won't you meet me here While I'm bringin' in a brand new year Oh sailin' down on a rainbow I'll flirt with lady moon If she sighs or winks her eye
I was walking down the street, When out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me. She said "I've never seen a man Who looks so
leave now No John baby please We gon' get you to a hospital as quickly as possible Life is full of obstacles we gon' get you thru this one You look me in my eye
Or the sun in the sky You can wonder if you wanna But i never ask why And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say That you
he disappeared. Six months later and he's back on the scene, He's lost his job and and needs her to feast Still got that glint in his eye still got that
disappeared. Six months later and he's back on the scene, He's lost his job and and needs her to feast Still got that glint in his eye still got that
Gooding Junior. [Chorus:] Who you think could bother me lyrically? In the middle of our last time. My worst verse hot as your best ryhm, Damn. The pen game insane Who you think could bother me lyrically
, Stress to the brain, Mumsie?s going through so much pain, So every time i get paid money to Elaine, [Ha ha.] One more & you?ll open your eye?s to a
eight-fifty king Eight hundred and fifty niggas on my eight fifty T I pissin' on pansies (pansies) ripping off the servants I got shotgun lyrics I don
table Until it moves all by itself Eye of Fatima I?ve kept all your dreams In a waking isolation Of indictment (Thanks to Bran for these lyrics)
Ya ya ya she bad I see this little cutie She caught my eye, my eye I can't help it cause she's so fly, so fly Like a melody She keeps spinning in my
1st verse: Yea, When im gone the whole city missed me Im on my UK shit Get me The eye of the Bengal shuffling my 8 gig Y?all boomer, You need you an