happy Ooh, you're thirsting for something I know, wont make you happy Ooh, you did it all again, you broke another skin Its hard to believe this time
a chance And it's all because I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt I don't want to be Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt So I don't need I don't
She my backbone how I'm suppose to maneuver And I know I said it last time, But I swear last time was the last time But now she say it's all past time
feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man they outta work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
, they're pushin', pushin', they're pushin' I know they got a plan, While the balls in my hands! This time its man-to-man, I'm droppin', fightin', its time
i got to grind but get me losing off your mind shorty may i remind you that there aint another nigga who done been through what i been through time aftter time
enough to know tonight excited she came four times to my cousins house to see if I was there get ya minds out the gutter man we out here tryna have a good time
bottom of my heart I apologize What I did to you was hurtful What I'm going through is hurtful What I'm going through is hurtful It is hurtful It's hurtful
European pressing of 'Union') This is a right total opposition I believe in you can't you hear me it doesn't change how we hurt
I don't know It's not you, it's the ones that hurt me And I just can't afford to be hurt again so Hold on, I'm not really tryna go through this again
lick samba) - wo, now! (Wo-oh, lick samba!) Another like dis (lick samba, lick samba, lick samba) - wo, now! (Wo-oh,) lick samba! And though I know you hurt
my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize Even though I
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothin' but the truth, so help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This time he
never find Find another chick like me that's why I stay up on ya mind I know it's hard for you to hear but I ain't got the time I moved on, I moved on
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
had with another man I gotta face. Started off on thin ice, I'm still here but I can't skate. Slow sink, cant breathe, no remorse, don't think. Listen to your friend, get another
it, let it, let it rain) Bare foot on broken glass Each step reminds me of the past These scars I hide, They fade away, disappear with time This time