fit in anybody's arms No more disguise 'cause I realize I can't fit in anybody's arms Oh you, oh you left just in time You left just in time
more disguise Cause I realize I can't fit in anybody's arms Oh you, oh you left just in time You left just in time (Thanks to There For Tomorrow for
Translation: There For Tomorrow. Just In Time.
't want to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's the world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time, synchronized
forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker that clock I'm racing it, doubling time
all in this position A grown-ass man, now I need an intervention We could make tonight the night if you'll just listen Start it out slow, yeah, then we could get to kissin' 'Cause all I need is just
the main attraction Not a fantasy Just remember me when it turns our right 'cause you know that if you live in your imagination tomorrow you'll be everybody's fascination In my victory Just
Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma Go getta, go getta, go getta We live life on da edge like there's no tomorrow They grind hard like there
up in time for Sunday To be in Sunday school, in Sunday school I really hope this boy is cool It's time I fought for love I know he'll be there waiting
heart deserves your trust A choice made by all of us The sun will come back tomorrow There's a message in the bottle So come on I'll meet you there There
: Just when I started to feel like there was no more hope-is when hope presented it self. And just like that my life changed. Man, so I guess tomorrow
to know me And even if the bad times call If I had you back I wouldn't complain at all I wouldn't complain at all I can dream about tomorrow Even if
't ya come up off them keys? Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let 'em know how we feelin' right now Every time I
more kiss, one more touch I just can't get enough of you But I'm in a rush I got to fly away Planes waiting up for me right at gate twenty-three There
cork Dork, if I may retort I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before I pop bottles but I don't pour, save the glass for gash We ballin' on a budget
