Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

Don't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it

Detox just to retox So boycott love Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life Imperfect boys With their perfect ploys Doc, there's a hole where something was. What a match, I'm coming apart at the

This game is nothin' I'm new to Money too long for a ruler I swim in it like Barracuda Man, I'm goin' deeper than scuba Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? I'm grateful, I'm prayin' to Buddha (yeah) Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? (yeah) Y'all know

It's all about us And that's real But I promise, if we stick together we gon' make it through anything We're too special for the world Dodging bullets, we're in trouble in times And mama always taught me as a boy To help ya brother if he's fallin' at

Just thinking about all our good times together And I wish it could last forever and ever And we roll back home This is our last song I'm bout to spring breakdown And just thinking bout how It's been a real good run Playing out here in the sun, year

Ah, ah, arms It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Senorita, I feel for you You deal with things, that you don't have to He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm But

(Go ahead baby and) Do it I'm `bout to do it for ya This joint has got me open Show me what you got I got a new one for ya I like the way that sounds I like to break it down Ooh that's my favorite song

Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,

Shut it down Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house She likes to watch him out the window Goin’ ‘round in circles under the sun Somethin’ ‘bout a man on a tractor With his hat on backwards