Now he's not there, always on the run And do you want to scream? What can I do, time won't wait for us 'Cause we're in love, we're in love Give me what
Don't take this love away now Don't take this love (Don't take this love) now no Don't take this love away now Don't take this love (Don't take this
In the lonely nights I see your smile In my dark room I dream with you And in my eyes my sorrow shows I'm falling in love with you But I'm lonely in
My desire burning inside of me But you can't see, don't try to run, I can keep Smile I see you on the street and you walk on by But I choose to look the other
contemplate [Chorus:] Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit
Good Evening Town Folk Country Folk City Folk Rednecks Colors and Spanyards And anything in between [Chorus:] Brand new kicks to match my new outfits
free yourself to use symbolism and allegory to reach your goal. And a part of that is compassion and empathy for other people and their situations. Some of what I sing about comes from other
_ Y'all don't know shit about Jamal or what I'm in it for: cash, cars, fly whores and tours Fillin my pipe, with no messes and no limits Them other one
Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun
coast to the West like we're tired of living at New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down I
talking 'bout (I'm what? Say what? No Limit say what?) You're a hustler (I'm what? Say what? New Orleans say what?) I don't care what the others think
it to the side I can feel your heart beating I can hear you breathing Look into your eyes Trying to see into your mind See into your soul See, no limits
Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew or some whole other new shit Knew this bitch
? Don: Yeah. Phyllis: I think since I came from New York, you know, I'm really . . . Don: Are you from New York? Phyllis: Yeah, you can't tell! Huh? Don
show your competence Before I get another bitch cause I be on some other shit Higher than a mother ship Louie in my 7 trae Gucci in my other shit Gucci pass the other
again And it's still about the Benjamins Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms Strippers named Cinnamon More chips than Pentium What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new
manger trouble is my friend, I aint far in the danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo New Orleans
x22] Yea, Yea, Yea, 1 7, Cash Money, Young Money [Verse 1:] Born In New Orleans Raised In New Orleans I Will 4 ever Remain Faithful New Orleans I Thank U New
