But maybe you'll be there Each time I see a crowd of people Just like a fool I stop and stare It's really not the proper thing to do I go out walking after midnight Along the lonely thoroughfare It's not the time or place To look for you You said your

You make a grown man cry Don't make a grown man cry If you start me up If you start me up I'll never stop Start it up If you start it up You, you made a dead man come You can start me up You can start me up I'll never stop

Can you hold on? I'm through with losing Is there someone out there to keep you breathing, Tryna find an answer to somehow stop this feeling In the dark, near or far, found a heart who wants you I'm through with losing Is there someone out there who

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass! I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started Warm

I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really wanna mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over, before it began Keep your drink, just give me the money It's just you and your

If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and (No one's ever gonna stop us now) Well I woke up to the sound of silence the cars Were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you

Good morning heartache Stop haunting me now Can't shake you nohow Just leave me alone I've got those Monday blues Straight to Sunday blues Here we go again You're the one Who knows me well

That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

You gotta love someone (hey, yeah) You gotta love someone Ever since the day that I met you I knew you weren't the one But nothing ever stops me from forgetting Packing all my shit and moving on (hey, yeah) I don't know what you've been told Or what they

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that