It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had

Who's this? He should be in cockpit, uh On my wood, that bitch won't give me polish, uh ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Guantanamera, we hit a lick on your bitch I'm a Goodfella, Maison Margiela my kick, uh I am faucet failure, my nigga, I got drip, uh

The leaves, they don't change here Sweet California, sour California Sweet California, bitter California Sweet California I should've known better, I should've known better Where did the summer go, when you loved me? The leaves don't change here, so I

You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk) She made me love her and I ain’t gonna leave her be Mama, mama please talk to your daughter ‘bout me I ain’t gonna stand no quitting and she won’t have me around If she got me a ride, she’d be six feet in the

Looking back over my shoulder I can see that look in your eye I never wanted to say goodbye I never dreamed it could be over With an aching deep in my heart I wish that we were starting over Oh instead of drifting so far apart Everybody told me you were

I, I'm a do you dirty Say you love me now, baby, it's too early You think you love me now, I think you should be worried Swear you see the good in me But that don't beat the hood in me And I got my intentions and use Guess I'm make believe 'cause baby, I

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

This ain't love (this ain't love) A way to fool myself again I've always been too sensitive To have a good night To have a good time Because my heart can't handle it So I told that angel on my shoulder Grabbed your waist and pulled you closer in so tight

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your

Sing it to me 'til the morning sun comes up Love the sound of your love, turn it up, turn it up Hitting repeat, girl, I got you stuck in my head Should get out of this bed, but instead Go ahead, sing it to me Sing it to me, girl (all night) Sing it to