I know that it it breaks your heart when I cry again Baby, you do it it so well You been so understanding, you been so good And And I'm I'm puttin' you through more than one ever should And And I'm I'm hating myself 'cause you don't want to Over Over him, mmh 'Stead of ghostin'

Get off your ass and and hustle Niggas they runnin' for cover I'm I'm fuckin' your bitch under under covers I'm I'm the definition of a hustler I was juggin' so hard, got busted (busted) Them lil' model bitches ain't nothin' I would hustle so hard, my wrist straight

Power, power And And woah the air is on fire This room feels electric, cord here in your sights I will never understand the power you're holding over over me Oh you've had it it too long, yes you've had it it too long Aim, throw your best shot right at me 'Cause pain,

When we're tangled up and and can't resist When we feel that rush, that's where it it is In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss When I'm I'm in your arms, that's where it it is That's where it it is In the circles I've been running I've covered many miles And And I could

I overdosed on you Crazy but it' it's true Ain't nothing I can do All over over you Overdosed on you I never smoked with no cigarettes I never drank much booze But I'm I'm only a man, don't you understand

Underneath we're all the same I've been around a while I know wrong from right And And since a long time ago Things been always black and and white Just like you can't judge a book by the cover We all gotta be careful

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought Dancing in my underpants I'm I'm gonna run for government I'm I'm gonna form a covers band and and all And And back there by the baby grand Did Mr. Winter Wonderland say "Come here, kid, we really need to talk"? I fantasize,

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it' it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm I'm coming at you I guess that's part

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Dream over, grieve no more And And I breathe one last time Now I lay thee down Was it it lost? Was it it murdered? Within the eye of the beholder Oh, I want to know How it it feels when we die Can you take me under? Oh, she watched me leave