way that you felt that summer night when you found that puzzle piece missing for eight straight weeks You're not the perfect fit I'll never be what you want
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
fans You see they wouldn't understand You can try but you'll never understand this Try an' try but you'll never understand this You can try but you'll never
, this may be the only opportunity that I got You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go You only get one
it anymore obvious? We are in love, haven't you heard How we rock each others world? I'm with the sk8ter boi, I said, "See ya later boy" I'll be backstage
fame You wanna be a missionary, you got that missionary zeal? Let a stranger change your life, how's that make you feel? If you want to be a writer, you
Of junkyard piles I wanted hope from a grave I wanted strength from a spade What gives you comfort now Might be the end of your vein Crows are pulling
of the road and stay on the mission to get this dough Cause we are family, you know we been trues You know what we've been through, we've got nothin to
what you want Then come and get it fresh off the grill, well done Hot and ready We don't give a fuck what you want with niggas and bitches You be fuckin
So you wanna be a star, star Never, never, never So you wanna be a star, star Never, never, never I think you're gonna have to find who you are Can't
I'm starting to believe that you could be at the show Know every word But its you that makes me sing I may not know where we are, But I know who I am
tale you tellin Are you frail or felon Were you makin sounds or watchin niggas sellin You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid em You never
the whole Anything other than satisfaction gonna blow Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me couldn't be 'Cause if it was you would be bookin' from me Shook when you
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah) Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave), That we'll be Lovers
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
