Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

Things may seem fine Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk-talk, uh Pull up now and then But not all the time (Let 'em talk about it, let 'em talk, talk) things may seem fine Real nigga, long talk, team And the liquor, peng, peng, sip, cup Drink the

Bring me down, it’s not that easy Lay me down, just please don’t leave me But, knew that you were absolute in doubt It wasn’t somethin' that I thought about I just really wanna talk to you again That’s how I know that I'ma haunt you in the end Runnin' up

(Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay raised in the streets Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I

The winner takes it all I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play

I'm a W.O.M.A.N. Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh Talking about you, a man Always ready to go When it come to movin' daddy Baby, you're almost gold You ain't got nothin' in your pocket

You got the notion (I hope so) About love the way it should be So get in the motion What happened to the love That they are all talking about? It's nothing but useless words Talking 'bout love the way it should be We gotta make up our minds and we'll

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I