cant touch except my love its been too much broke my heart cant find no crush so why don't you just come back home Hey, I'm a fucking workaholic, with a passion in my
my mind, I'm never gonna see my prime I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary Karma, they're my adversaries Is it imaginary or just as scary That
me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
?re drowning me With your talk of full eat clovers You turn to rocks and no man To be the ambient harm But it?s bruising your karma Oh I wish my arms
i just pepper-sprayed 'em Yeah, for everytime you ride down the street, Or hide out, drive by, my house and beep Like now, motherfucker, try now to sleep
[Introduction] Yeah... It's my life... My own words I guess... [Verse 1] Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression
me Never thought I'd fall in love But I did I feel like somebody dropped a ton of bricks on my stomach (Now) I can't eat I can't sleep And it hurts
and my back's to the wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No, I'm not rappin', I'm just thinkin' real loud My karma's my armor, my charm and
globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving, he sat on my bed told me some facts
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would And you sitting there with a broken heart Cause I have you my body and not my heart Chorus When I'm holding you late at night I'm thinkin' bout my
wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No I'm not rapping I'm just thinking real loud My Karma's my armor, my charm and wit is like a leather
see that your joneisn taste no flavors on my tongue they've evaporated, you've disintegrated Why you gotta bring me down why you gotta bring me bring me down Karma
bridge, Smoke so much green I can't open up my eyelids Wake up in London, Go to sleep on Atlanta time Still my paint got more candy then ya valentine
'll jack your money while you sleep in you car They got the karma they ain't getting too far Oh everybody Devil take your money My money's got no hold
Yeah It's my life In my own words I guess Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for
Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
