The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you you I know it it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you

Makes me sing oh oh oh oh And this world would change a lot about you you baby if if it could, but I'm looking through the glass that I'm seeing through I wouldn't change a thing about, a thing about you you Because you're perfect girl oh oh oh oh And every little

It don't matter if if you're black or white But, if if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

Somebody gotta die If If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

No, I, am not I'm not addicted to sex But, girl, I guarantee that if if you lay with me You You just might be You You just might be, yeah Let me talk to 'em I guess you you know you you made it it when they start talking 'bout 'bout you, right? Welcome to fame Y'all don't pay me no

Shady, we're back! Nothing can stop and nothing can change it it You You better just make new livin' arrangements If If you think you you the top and king of the castle You You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole All I hear is I'm the best at this

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If If you gave me a chance I would take it it It It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you you And you you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time How 'bout 'bout baby We make a promise To not promise anything more than one night Complicated situations Only get worse in the morning light Girl you're beautiful You're 'bout 'bout near perfect But I bet somebody's already told