Maybe I, could have loved you Maybe I, could have shown That I still do care about you More than you could know Don't say it's too late to try To make it right You say you'll know when you really find the one But it's hard to tell with the damage that's

Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Please, have mercy, judge your honor Alimony is killing me Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me All my friends said, don't you worry Said they'll testify for me Well, I wonder which of my

I'm not okay You wear me out Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way For all the dirty looks For photographs your boyfriend took Remember when you broke your foot from

Have all you are and all you're to be Fade in your world and all that you see This hole in the wall is all under your thumb Pulling your senses until you become Until you become I gotta run I just gotta run Cought in a world where You could never run too

Right back to you First times don't last But they light the path right back to you Bad days will pass 'Cause they're on the path right back to you It's okay to have a bad year As long as we don't let it win It's okay if you don't see clear As long as you

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

I want to fall with you again. Like we did when we first met, I want to spend time 'til it ends, It feels like a fire that burns in my heart Every single moment that we spend apart. I need you around for every day to start; I haven't left you alone.

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) A Vet stylin' at Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',