I see the future There's no way out of this dark place No hope, no future I know I can't be free and I can't see another way I can't face another day I see the path from this dark place I can see the Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone But there's nothing

It's "Wifey" part three My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah My girl, you can't be But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

Let it go, let it go Let the storm rage on Don't let them in, don't let them see Can't hold it back anymore The cold never bothered me anyway Here I stand Snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a foot print to be seen A kingdom of isolation, and

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say

No matter where you go on earth you can't outrun it I've heard scientists, Get confused when you ask them to define it, Cause its a miracle, It keeps the universe we see from ever dying, And the stars from falling, Though we can't see it It must true And

Nothing can't mash up me and me bonafide Such a beauty, you're a cutie, every man hypnotize Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye

Buju be and Red Rat love dem bad Without gal pickney What kind of fun we woulda have RR: When we see dem we glad Miles upon miles whey mi ready to trod, can't tired BB: I don't know what them have Like magnet to steel RR: That's why a nuff we have, me

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain