Right next next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? And so many eyes are on me I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next next ticket to take the next next train Why would I do it? And you

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next next song When this song drops, I want all the West

Still you wonder Who's cheatin' who, who's being true Who don't even care anymore It makes you wonder Who's doing right with someone tonight And who's car is parked next next door Everywhere you look you can write a book On the trouble of a woman and a man

And it feels like rain Down here the river, meets the sea And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane Lying here, underneath the stars right next next to you And I'm wondering who you are and How do

Don't blame it on me So blame it on the night Blame it on the night Can't be sleepin' Keep on wakin' Is that the woman next next to me? Guilt is burning Inside I'm hurting This ain't a feeling I can't keep

Te di banda y te solté, yo te solté Pa'l carajo te mandé, yo te mandé Ella pidió a Yandel (Yeah, this is the Remix) Fifty hundred threads in my linen sheets Look like you missing waking up next next to me Staying relevant, stay on this shit I'm focused on

Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

Young with too much cash, watch how I came up fast They say I’m next next to get it They bring your name up last And while I made it splash Rappers came and passed But still I ask myself How long does famous last? (I ain't worried 'bout it tonight) How long

I'm working on my next next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a