Tell me, why not waste it on me? Waste it on me So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time Baby, why not waste it on me? And I know there's no making this right, this right (yeah) And I know there's no changing your mind, your mind (oh)

Tell 'em that I need more Tell 'em that we need more It's never, never been too late I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it Right now, right now, right now I know it's been a long, long It's been a long, long time A long time, I know it's

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

These catties they be calling off my phone I put corn in for my bro They try to send for me Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies All that for them, right back at them What my mind keeps telling me Mind keeps telling me I hear

Fallen from grace cause I been away too long Leaving you behind with my lonesome song Now I'm lost in oblivion Close, low bright eyes fading Faster than stars falling How can I tell you I failed? Tell you I failed Now I'm lost I flew beyond the sun

You think I'd leave your side, baby You know me better than that You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees I wouldn't do that And if only you could see into me I'll tell you when you're right Oh, when you're cold I'll be there Hold you

You know it We were made for each other so My shattered heart is on the ground I've got to see your face right now Just tell me where and you'll find me waiting there And if love is made of glass Can we pick up the pieces

A place where I can go To take this off my shoulders Someone take me Someone take me home Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares? How did I lose it when I was right there? Now I'm so far that it feels like it's all gone to pieces

Tell Mama, all about it Tell Mama, what you need Tell Mama, what you want And I'll make everything alright You thought you'd found a good girl One to love you and give you the world Now you find that you've been misused Talk to me, I'll do what you

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And