line you break It's not even a holiday Nothing to celebrate You give a hundred reasons why And say you're really gonna try If I had a nickel for every
crazy for you, you're crazy for me I will be forever crazy for you You - you can touch a rainbow in the sky I - I will feel as though I've learnt to
you, I'ma tell you one time One time, one time When I met you girl my heart went knock knock Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop stop And even though it's a
worried bout a thang Mmm give a damn we aint worried bout a thang Aint worried bout a thang Aint worried bout a thang Everybody good we aint worried bout a
It's all love Like no score in a tennis game For the son of Dennis James Owner of the city downtown on a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a
the storm Yeah, before the storm With every strike of lightening Comes a memory that lasts And not a word is left unspoken As a thunder starts to crash Maybe I should give
the storm Yeah, before the storm With every strike of lightning Comes a memory that lasts And not a word is left unspoken As the thunder starts to crash Maybe I should give
you think it can?t It finds a way to still push on though Sometimes you wanna to run away Ain?t got the patience for the pain And if you don?t believe
with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride? And you look for a place
mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a
never lost my mind Trying to figure out a way To make you understand I cant go on another day Maybe I was wrong Been confused to let it stray Just give
got you feelin' like Toronto Make your body rise like your puffin' on a joint though Girl, that's only if you want though (You ready?) Since we in the club for now, for
, G. Dep! [G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for
everybody it's goin down Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil
could give a condom or 3 babies tonight You might catch a flight if you playing me right But if you whack there, you gettin' cab fare Yo, I'm all for
the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black I'm tryin' to live, somethin' got to give
that you was pussy But I'm tastin it now And never give a dog blood Because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to