But, then the answers that you know just prove you wrong, Gotta have a little faith to fall back on And then all that you've got left is being strong, Gotta find a little faith to fall back on People know that love is what they want, They get caught up

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

I got to have all your love, night and day. Not just a little part, but all of your heart, sugar. Ninety-nine and a half just won't do. Oh, no, no, just won't get it. Don' t be led in the wrong direction. To start this thing off right, a man need a

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission

But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby But I got you this rose And I need to know I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy Will you let it die or let it grow?

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all