night has fallen But love is not a ghost it's alive, alive-oh Love is not a ghost it's alive, alive oh-oh Love is a ghost, words on your lips But
miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not
email from a female but I'm a playa, aint gon tell you all the details what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells by the seashore, but she's not a
Chi-town what's going on? I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk Not
was feeling like a stranger in a strange land You know where people play games with the night God, it was too hot to sleep I followed the sound of a jukebox
not baptism (SP) Bitch this is mafia It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya (Chorus) (SL) Sheek goin broke is not
just wanna get a little give a little take a litte make a little love all over my crib girl if you can take a lot of make a lot of sounds ima take
hair and a velvet tongue I want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me is a tiny little
out the parkin' lot, sideways on two wheels Vision is double, trouble to me is bein' real Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
.. words just to hear what they sound like i was trying to tell you nigger what really went down tonight i am going through a phase life is like a fucking
to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone
got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across
the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred
I keep thinking is I hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a
a hurry going nowhere See, my head is spinning 'cause I'm lonely and I'm twisted But I have a secret everybody missed it Just a nobody and I think it's a
going on I'm staring at the clock, a tick and a tock I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me If I died
The Game) (Fly away, fly away) My love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cause she love me, just for who I are Who I is, who I am, resembles
