me She (We never thought of ourselves) is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) home (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving home after
she is free She (We gave her most of our lives) Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives) Home (We gave her everything money could buy) She's leaving
you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion" Them types, CyHi is not
Drake - Verse 1] Cups of the Rose Bitches in my old phone I should call one and go home I've been in this club too long The woman that I would try Is
back Now the pain is for pleasure, 'cause nothing can measure Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line The affliction of the feeling leaves
s neck (now tell me who she think she is) to make her see that she ain't got shit on me (that whore) (x4) she ain't got, she ain't got (shit on me..)
She gon' be gone, she gon' be gone She gon' be, she gon' be 'Cause all it take is one drink Man I promise she gon' throw that ass on me, yeah She gon
is in store Yeah, just call me "Shoppin' Bag Drizzy" And call me "Mr. Damn, he ain't coppin' that is he?" And fans of these freshman is about to get
She said baby don't leave Be home, stay close, be close to me Boy don't be gone, boy don't be gone He said baby you know I gotta run I gotta go I won'
vixen Said her man be on that bullshit pimpin' Well, I retired from the bull like Pippen Tryin' to get you home, and would you be more tipsy? Whip out front, we could leave
the right mind I done had pretty chicks with all the right features And hood rat chicks that only rock sneakers Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave
