You could never feel my story It's all you know I will not fold She's in control They all need something to hold on to They all mean well Pay your respects to society giving me hell May your dreams come to reality

Mine all mine Ow, forgive me father, for I have sinned I've been through hell and back again I shook hands with the devil Looked 'em in the eye Looked like a long lost friend Ow, anything you want, any dirty deeds He's got everything except what I really

He loved guns and roses, guns and roses He loved guns and roses, he loved guns You got game boy, game boy And roses, roses, roses Heavy metal love of mine I should have learned to let you stay You didn't want me all the time But you were worth it anyway

I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

We ordered up one more bottle of wine You told me your story and I thought about mine You said when you lost her you lost everything It all started having a familiar ring So I asked you to take me some place quiet We wound up at the river for the rest of

I'm falling to pieces You loved me and I froze in time Hungry for that flesh of mine But I can't compete with the she wolf who has brought me to my knees What do you see in those yellow eyes? 'Cause I'm falling to pieces Falling to pieces I'm falling to

Sous le soleil des tropiques D'aller ailleurs Ils se disent que, peut-être Ils peuvent terminer Un beau jour sur le bateau rouge Il se promet D'applique tout leur savoir Pour pouvoir parvenir à vaincre le quotidien Est-ce que je t'abîme

Do you wish it was me? Are you satisfied, baby, or do you wish it was me? Is the life that you've chosen free from regret? Or is what mine has been just too hard to forget? Has the glitter all faded? Do you get what you need? When the sun slowly chases

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol