you couldn't see It could've been you, it could've been you and me One day you'll see That you could've had me, could've had me, baby You'll wake up
you couldn't see It could've been you, it could've been you and me One day you'll see That you could've had me, could've had me baby You'll wake up
Translation: Lace. You Could've Had Me.
that you couldn't see It could've been you, it could've been you and me One day you'll see That you could've had me, could've had me baby You'll wake
this drama go Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over
a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain
corner Close to the edge, just by a river Seasons will pass you by I get up I get down In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly lookin
of Michael Miller As he crept up behind Wild Bill She said, "Now share a little of the life I've saved you Where you know you can relax and not get killed
that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch 'Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah It's risky, the
to know if you are there If you could just, just hear a sinner's prayer You could remake me (Remake me) Oh, just save me (Just save me) I promise if you get me
from me Taking everything from me You took my heart, girl, you took my car And you took my crib, tryin' to take my kids Girl, you took my love, then you
kick and snares so careless, not in time So you got ahead of me And I guess I?m still dragging behind I had a friend who changed his name but couldn
even when I was a shorty Now we cross you and your foe, thrice Check me in another place space enjoy Nothing you could server could ever ace me, boy Fat laces
of chick that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me
broads You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked
dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know
wonder where I'm bound If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why And you wish that you were rambling too Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace
I know you got me in file But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way) Told me it was (?Coda steady?) But I catch you slippin like pimpin
