Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me
me faded I'm seeing stars like constellations Constellations, lemme set the mood Right to the moon, I can get a better view If it takes two, then it's me
out of my mind tryna re define the real meaning of love I lost my dignity forgot about me I was so lost in us I had to take on, cause you had me stuck
[Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna
low life These things I hate in you Also reflect it seems Distortion laced with spite Takes you out of me Lay, down, lay Hiding in a darkness under
visions that you see are just like me I'm a clever banker's face with just a letter out of place I know someone just like you know someone just like me
out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah, ah like a panther) Tell me are
grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and let's go out It ain't no room for love, it's just this burnin' Got me reelin' Call the law and hold
But I know it will never be So that friend for me has to come from inside of me My friend will have to be me I wish I knew a man Someone to help me
I know it will never be So that friend for me Has to come from inside of me My friend will have to be me I wish I knew a man Someone to help me Stop
play tell your friend that the game can begin if she stay I pass out cake like your birthday bitch if you kiss both of those lips, take that, take this
sure that you'll be alright 'Cause my faith is gone And I want to take it from darkness to light There you were, wild and free Reaching out like you needed me
, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out
cool, a mack on a mission Step to me fool you're missin Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here This ain't no game to me, this is my career Throw me a mic
Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' 'bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep The sound
But every nigga in the hood ain't fly Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety percent marks Straight vics and they got money to give Then without 'em tell, me
slow slice Through your jugular and windpipe Throw me in jail, I won't even try to make bail Put me in the gas chamber and watch me inhale Is this true