my reflection is a skeptical fear of bruising cuts as soft as a fresh gash because these contridictions can be like razors cutting down slow to end
Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave I like the way you walk and if you walking my way I'm that
Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars Anything dropped if it's hot it's ours If it's not it's
It was a late-in-the-summer night Nearing the end of a bumpy ride Through the backstage parking lots of the country We went past the cars at the fray
on my wheel One-touch sunroof BUT leave it alone Hoes see it can't believe it - "It's goin back on it's own" Oooooooooooooooh, shit, that's how we do
Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths Names and photos of the young black faces Whose
so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark On the beach at Stockton's Wing Where
for always It was the same girl form high school It's being a couple years, She's prolli 22 Or maybe she was 23 That's right, She's a year ahead of me
all night and I had just touched ground Walking through the airport hallway I saw a face that I remember for always It was the same girl from high school It's
she's putting it down baby My nigga Tre' Little (Yeah, where you at) [Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"] + (Girl) + (Pharrell *Ad-libs*) It's looking like, it's
playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper ?Honey, let's exchange numbers? Scene three, weeks of datin', late night
just end up forsakin them Well god's given me life, so I'm livin. That's why That's why I went to the bookstore To look for a Zodiac sign book Quick,
s hot it's ours If it's not it's yours, we on the job Everybody eatin, everybody involved You can't stop that like you can't stop rap Bad boy stop what's
the beach I'ma put my fuckin' Mack down I'm playin' lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson,
[Verse 1] Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce
'll what's goin' down Yo, eh yo, you see him, Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans, to G 'em, for land in Korea Take the Lear jet flight when Thursday night
vanilla, Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer, And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees, Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC, Walking
