met me), And you played it to the beat, (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep), Baby, I have no story to be told, But I've heard one on you and
just sit back and wallow In my own sorrow but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow
cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my
Dorado streets of gold, see those shipments over sold You've got one last chance to try So gone is the glory and gone is the gold Well, if you need a story
fully aware, I'm fully aware If I would change the stories ending to me and you Don't know the meaning of pretending what to do I could be the one,
his Airborne tattoo And he ties it on one time a year And remembers that fallen as he orders a tall one And swallows it down with his tears On the 8th
You see me now? I'm beamin' Do you remember me, the guy from verse one? Failure's my last name, never's my first one You see I hood a lot, and yeah
I didn't have an education So I had to go back to school Tell me one more time, people now What do you say? Without an education You might as well be dead One
now never knew how life tears you away Now I wait for the springtime in Spain My love A beautful being's so sad and so strong You gave me a story you
nothing bother me Like when you go out with your friends And people bring me back the stories The stories 'bout them other girls 'Bout this one and that one
search Time is an ocean of endless tears A wild boy from the streets of El Barrio The orphan from the hills of Mayag ez And when I wrote my story
One, two, one two Disappointment condition a perfunctory prescription Of an indigent mindset, a belligerent silence We got all we need turning out of
The humanity! The humanity! Oh my God! Ahh-hoh, oh, huh. And then with one big gulp, Seymore `wolfed' him down. (Burp) Um, let me recap the story
The color in your eyes Every time that you stumble and fall You bear the power to shoulder it all One by one they're written in The chapters in the story
my days Trying to embrace Life with my heart By all the beauty I feel and create It spins and moves Flows at my pace Telling its story From the tear
life - story of a nigga in the ghetto Money minimal so we settle For whatever they give us in the ghetto We settle That's my life - story of a nigga in
keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" I'm in love with two women, the one that birth me And the one that birth her,
phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second