to say I'll just write it down and throw it all away I could never know what I then knew In a million years I could never know what I used to In a million
I'll just write it down and throw it all away I could never know what I then knew In a million years I could never know what I used to In a million
Translation: Madness. All I Knew.
sadness, I believed him Even though, we're strippin' with madness, I could see it We were lost in the music, everyone knew it Truth was in the air tonight I could see all
I choose you, I choose you I choose you, I choose you I choose you, I choose you I felt you inside myself Before I could even feel I knew you like no
got my heart, you've got my heart I know I fucked off, I know I fucked off I know I fucked off , I'm sorry, baby Baby, I need you, baby, I need you, yeah I
?ve got my heart! I know I f-cked off, I know I f-cked off! I know I f-cked off! I?m sorry baby! Baby I need you, baby I need you, yeah! I need you baby
as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush It was all up at Rutgers, I saw with
Do what I want 'cause I can If I don't because I wanna Be ignored by the stiff and the bored Because I'm gonna Hate to say I told you so, alright Do
of our eye contact Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back I would hold you in my arms and ease your fears I can't believe it, I ain
Would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out I'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again But I can't make through the night
hold I'd make a paper heart to love you If I knew where to fold But I must sit and just keep trying Until I see the shape I seek Because I must learn
out) I know I f-cked up, I know I f-cked up I know I f-cked up yeah (I'm sorry baby) Baby I need you, baby I need you, yeah I need you baby yeah [Diddy
song to tempt me to madness I thought for a while that your poignant smile Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me Yes I was wrong, again I
I write rhymes, more deadly and more better Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote Some music to madness
and I beat them with authority I?d gallop all the way to Canada to see your face But all I got is this Power Book and iChat Besides I hit you all the
my fists become the rage And I pound on this table Till it gives me something to say Then I think about things That I?ve seen right in front of me That
