never enough, enough, enough, enough of you There's never enough, enough, enough, enough of you I could never have enough, enough, enough, enough of you I could never have enough
lost that war I could still see my nigga walkin' out that door Who would of thought I'd never see Philant no more Got enough dead homies I don't want
hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want
one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black so blue
head Still today's music has become the Matrix and the real rhythm is in the red pill So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone And I hope
my hustle got deadly Duckin and runnin from that dirty bitch John Kelly All thru school u can catch me wit my tool Smashin with that magnum n the red white n blue
s the American way I go to bed with the * I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice I look like a cop car flashin' his lights All they want
of times (I gotta find myself) (3X) She had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue in her vein and still red when
it) It's too many niggas and not enough hos Soon as I come through tha door Them heifers pullin' on my clothes White T, crispy Nikes wit' some red and blue
heard you want a romance Won't you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I
't throw me out, motherfucker, I'm the honoree Trust me, I'll never be the nominee I don't kiss enough ass, I'm too honery Ice Cube, be where the piranhas
explore Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights so red While
hard enough into the settin? sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin? comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want
baby It just happens anyway Paint it black, oh I see a red door And I want it into black No colors anymore I want them to turn black If I look hard enough
. Having never heard a single word That you just chose to say Too Much Information And I said I don't read reviews Because they just give me the blues