I?m not convinced by your next promise you?ve told too many lies, so much for honest look me dead in the eyes and swear it?s the last time that this
you no more Cole World, real Cole World Them boys cool, me I'm on fire Know whats on my mind, tryna see whats on yours tonight tonight, tonight Move slow, cause you wanna live fast Up
I didn't mean to end his life I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night Can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight Before I end up behind
'mon, say it.) Eh, eh, eh! Look at that girl. Look at that girl. Look at that--eh, eh, eh! Look at that girl. Look at that girl. Hold up, hold up. Take
Need someone to say they love me. Give it up Put it up Not enough Not enough Not enough I need it Out of control Give it up just let your body
m up so high that I can barely feel your fire You can't touch me, no, That's just a dream Fill up my cup, mozoltov Look at her dancing, just take it off
Baby, when you see me, you know I be on it Can you keep it up here? Put it all up on me Down with that booty on me Shorty you a dime, why you looking
night you can look inside You won?t feel so alone, ooh yeah! Sometimes it feels like we've run out of luck When the signal keeps on breaking up When
heart, I stood up and I am strong. And it makes me stronger, makes me wiser It makes me stronger, makes me wiser With a stone in my heart I looked up
profit from the event We hanin fliers out We profit from the attempt to hand desires out But rich is how we're all endin up So if you selling charter Jetts call Brenden up
fire and why does it What's the word? Burn When's it my turn? When's it my turn to be Up where they walk, up where they run Up where they stay all
walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me
the night I miss a woman's touch The fire burns strong And I'm drawn to the flame But I pay the price When I get caught up in the heartbeat And passion
up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the
cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired
Biggie: Uh, uh, uh Ain' no shook hands in brook-lyn auto futigued then fitigue the enemy look man you wanna see me locked up, shot up moms crotched up
