chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough
, your real head not the one in your pants and all Man she was suppose to be my baby Man we was suppose to see our baby Man I would've gave her everything Better
to pull out my IV You gone be in the Emergency Room I'm fightin' with myself I can't hurt you even though you hurt me You gone be in the Emergency Room
good love and protection Ooh make me your selection show you the way love's supposed to be Baby you should let me (You deserve better girl) You know you deserve better
Oh, I see what you do But I can do it better And the talk of the town be true That I'll make you forget her How can you hate something that you ain't
gotta to do to make it better For you Cause I used to be the one, the one, the one, the one Tell me what I gotta to do to make it better For you Cause
'Cause all I want is you, girl So show off, go head and off, show off Girl, I'm loving that swag From the front to the back Why you gotta hurt 'em like
you know someone will cry There?s never an easy way to break a heart You wanna hold on, to try to make it better Don?t wanna hurt her, but you know
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 again you better
give two sh-ts you aint gon do sh-t meet my two fingers, intro...deuces if you knew better you'd do better wanna get the middle finger but I got two better
full clip? 9/11, Building 7, did they really pull it? Uh, and a bunch of other cover ups Your child's future was the first to go with budget cuts If you think that hurts
song on? "All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
I just want you close Where you can stay forever You can be sure That it will only get better You and me together Through the days and nights I don't
anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt. Is it better
what about me (what about me, what about me) What about me now (what about me, what about me) If you don't like the way I do You better leave now What
a different way, I love you, forever. Now that we've come to the end of a story-y and I know that it's gonna be hard for me. Might hurt some, might get
're not afraid of me let's give it some time see if you get scared 'cause maybe you should be! a little pain and pleasure never hurt no one i promise to try better
can make you sick Even the good can be a curse, curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt Is it better, is