the back and forth that won't begin Back to back, that won't seem to end I'm here waiting for a sign Everything goes out the window Watching you walk out
out the window Watching you walk out the door I wrote a letter to my oldest friend Forgot it for a while Then on second thought, I read it through and threw it out
I see a deeper window into my eyes Every day they screech outside my window, The crashing cars never seem to collide Sometimes when I'm staring out my window
records don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you
don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run
