?ll admit it I?ll confess to anything if I did it But to spread unnecessary lies, I don?t get it How could you find enjoyment in my business? You know what, forget it
t gotta look nowhere else, I know I found the right one. Call me crazy, But I love my baby, More than anything. And somethings taking over, Anything you want, I'll hand it
, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me while I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that
a ball with my heart) Anything's better than nothing nothing's not too much to lose Anything's better than nothing nothing's what I've had with you I've got to admit that it
don't think it's right, yo, I like to bite Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong You got to admit, it's a new type of song Doowutchyalike
of porage Way to hott to touch to taste the perfect Melody to my druming bass Since you broke up with whats his face I made it Ma roman numeral I Underline it
's gone It's too late, she's gone Say, oh, oh, oh It's too late, she's gone, she's gone, she's gone It's too late, she's gone Say, oh, oh, oh It's too
award I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy Even if Marley never put me on 'The Symphony' But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it It's considered the
take it But Jack, is not, the average guy He took a piece of the pie and bit it Got with it, for his brother he did it So you gotta admit it This is
it coming from a mile away So don't say that word Not the one we both heard too much You may think you do but you don't It's just the fear of being
well admit it that I still miss you I know what I said but it's kind of hard for me and it's hurting me This is bigger than pride and I wanna give it
I but lead in I say what, what, now y'all say what, what I say that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling
t nuthin? to lose So why you lookin all confused [CHORUS] Girls like you Turn men like me into haters And I must admit it Been actin like a hater Tryin to get it
would admit to me Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Her cup of tea, she would admit to me Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Hilary went
got a open case Anything you gotta say to me, you can say to me, it's Baby Stase The more I make, the more they hate See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it
listen. Ha ha. W: Oh, I sung it, I sung it myself 'cause it's more original. Great huh? J: No, no, no, no, it's quite interesting but come on. W:
Was to see to it that clinging to life was our fate And you gotta admit that life's pretty great But can we deny that it's killing us? I'll be here