You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

There you go, looking pitiful Just because I let you go There you go, talking bout you want me back But sometimes it be's like that, so There you go, talking bout you miss me so, that you love me so, why I let ya go There you go cause your lies got old,

I let you get away Do you, do you still? But I miss you and that denim jacket Do you still wear that denim jacket? 'Cause the color of that blue sky Do you still wear the denim jacket? Looking at me like we've never met I know you're just too different

You don't ever let me down You got those cigarettes and cush No more cush I'm sorry that I'm late And I missed your call But you know night turn into day I didn't stop to pause I know I never see your face But I'ma fix all my mistakes

I found a new four letter word The sweetest sound that I ever heard Lust can kinda be nice But it ain't L-O-V-E New four letter word Ain't just your kiss, K-I-S-S, that I miss Ain't just the way that you squeeze me tight If there's a wish at the top of

I've never been down this road before As the days go by I only miss you more I thought one day we would touch the sky I never realized what you meant to me Till I tried drowning out your memory It only hurts when I'm sober But it runs burn like it's not

Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me I get sentimental when you hold me tight Just squeeze me but please don't tease me Missing you since you went away Singing the blues away each day Counting the

Over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When I was six

How could I ever stop? My position is missionary, I finish on top And while you're relaxin', I take action Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson Never stop, I workaholic Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock But I'm not an artist, I just

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my