Everyday is a better day without you I got so strung out I lost myself all tangled up in you Sweet lover, sister, friend, you were my everything I dreamed a dream of you but it wasn't true It wasn't true no, no I don't care now you are dead skin to me I

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I want to plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

Better baby your baby with a love that's strong, Hold her and tell her you'll never do wrong. Better baby your baby, ?cause if you don't One day your baby?ll be gone. All you know it all lovers better heed some advice, If you're bad to your baby, you'd

No such thing as a life that's better than yours No such thing, no such thing (Love yourz) Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive Fake niggas mad, snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrive Don't be sleepin' on you lover cause its

Well I've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts With the efficiency

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I wanna plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

Where's my mind Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Sittin' all alone Mouth full of gum In the driveway

Baby, we ain't never been bad lovers Baby, we ain't never been Love, we can laugh it off But one thing's certain, not one time never, no We both know we're better off, under covers Yeah, we might not string all the good times together Sun coming up

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Cold cold cold cold feet There was a little boy once upon a time Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind For every copper penny and clover he would find Make a wish for better days the end of hard times For no more cold feet His