on How do you love with your soul gone Do you smile when your world is in your hands Can't you see that when everything matters Then nothing's what
remember when you come up The show goes on! [Lupe Fiasco Verse 3] So no matter what you been through No matter what you into No matter what you see
believe a word they're telling to you They let me down, where will I find where I fit in I hate this town. My world cannot ever bring me down Everything I had is turning
No matter what you think I need No matter what you once believed If you're mine So you better say yeah No matter what you think I need No it doesn't really matter
Philip Bailey, Alan Glass & Andre Kippel It's a moonlight night, a hot July, a rainy day in August well it doesn't matter where you are everything is
No matter how hard The task may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges Can turn us around 'Cause what we're searchin
No matter how hard The task may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges Can turn us around Cause what we're searchin'
you feel you're on your own But I know, it's just those, little moments you feel so, oh so alone The world turns, and you start to learn, that everything
notch And I keep a fly girl like Jenny from the block Got H2 in me, Flossburg with me Throw a round game, Strasburg pitching Tonight no pictures, everything
with silver strings i should have never listened to his promises for my dreams hey son no matter what they say go far away hey son no matter what they
in the hood, no heat cold nights No gas no lights, a ghetto low life So my flow twice as strong, from the memories I remember when my closest homies, turned
not okay with change (with change) but then you turned around and walked away and left me for a stranger you said youre not okay.. (with change) but then you turn
use the intravenous Then fuck each other? I can't see this Sex and drugs, you know they don't mix Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix So be
[Sampled Words:] What'll we get for ten dollars? Every t'ing you want. Everything? Every t'ing [Bill:] Monica? [Monica] Yes, Bill? [Bill] Monica, what
pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to
