Where do I stand wishing everyday was my last? closing my eyes hoping to catch your reflection inside. where do I stand wishing everyday was my last?
more do I have to say? She took my hand We never said a word at all She starting grinding Shorty had me up against the wall Ask me about tomorrow You know that I
run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or
Music: Gold-Bloss) Caroline says Are you really sure that you know me I never met you before, can I trust you But she's never cautious, no, never, will
how much further I can go Tomorrow night, tomorrow night... I can't believe what I'll presume to be Tomorrow night, I'm not the bride but I'm the groom
today, easily gone tomorrow Feel the pain and I never borrow From another man, instead I'm making grand Watch the Peas as we make a stand A... (8
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I
Tomorrow never knows Where your sweet smile goes Tomorrow never knows You and me we've been standing in my den Waiting for that time to come Where the
hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel
baller, ain't even all play I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must I ain't far from a Benz, or dude on the bus Even when I don't have enough,
dust... blisters in the wind of the absolute. The satin web of thy imprisonment shackles the muse of dreams come true. Your theatre stands empty now
I love Nicki Minaj I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we f-cking did it And girl I'm f-cking serious I'm with it if you
Kill Everything I love Nicki Minaj I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it And girl I'm fucking serious, I
I'm saying? I . . . I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND IT! I CAN'T STAND . . . FEET ON FIRE . . . I'M GOING HOME! I GOTTA
is that, being that monster? Oh, just, I can't stand it, I, I think I'm gonna be sick, I have to vomit. FZ: She just, she tells me she has to vomit,
could be mine Now holidays come and then they go It's nothin' new today Collect another memory When I come home late at night Don't ask me where I've