Well, I've got a will but I want yours I've got a growing heap Of crosses and burdens I've simply lost heart to shoulder Simply no strength to lift I
night and day and day (Whatever's written in your heart, whatever's written in your heart) Yeah, night and day and day, yeah (Whatever's written in your heart, whatever's written in your
your name girl tell me whats your name, i just wanna know your name Tell me whats your name girl tell whats your name girl tell me whats your name
tears in your eyes And I want to tell you I'm sorry and it's too late to start But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart And it's
Fake watches in your broken hand barely keeping time Barefoot in the city and your phone is ringing Bet you're watching all the happy kids climbing on
thats Tuesday That Spike Lee's on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your
I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help That's how we do it now, fall through the jetset Man, bring your ounce, this is new jack city Baby
Game time, y'all be garden hoes Yeah she never plays games like the Parker bro? And we be drinking Conjure by the cases Meanwhile your girl's been exchanging
behind There's no way I could be stopped Was taking my best shot I had better plans, there's there's no way I could be stopped Was coming for your spot
's OK to put us in a three-way It's not gay when it's in a three-way With a honey in the middle there's some leeway The area's grey in a one, two, three
try, I try... My whole world is changing I don't know where to turn I can't leave you waiting But I can't stay and watch this city burn Watch it burn 'Cause I try But it's
a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round
't hit me And all you're ever gonna be is mean Why you gotta be so mean? You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation You
mobbin' Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Maine the G It's titty, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy
I left the city far behind Walking down that road with my heavy load Trying to find some ease of mind Father said, "You'll be sorry, son if you Leave your
I like to be in America Ok to be in America Everything's free in America For a small fee in America I like the city of San Juan I know a boat you can
city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles 'fore the day is done? Well, it's twilight on the city of New Orleans Talk about your pocketful
sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm fly and your boyfriend's
