Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the

You, you, oh! Ooh, ooh, ooh I need to dig a little deeper Dig a little deeper (Oh) I can't see it, I don't feel it You, you, oh, you! And I don't think I'm ready to go in this heavy I thought we would take it slow And now you got that feelin'

Don't fuck with my love I don't wanna know that, babe That heart is so cold All over my home I told her she knows Take aim and reload I met this girl late last year She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear" I told her, "I'm not really looking for

We know the fire awaits unbelievers All of the sinners the same Girl, you and I will die unbelievers bound to the tracks of the train I'm not excited But should I be Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me? I know I love you And you

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out

All that I have is what this promise means. You are the only thing that's left for me. And what might keep me falls to second place when I remember what you give for me. All that I have is all that you've given me. My heart was empty. Life was killing

For graphs of passion and charts of stars How endings start Ending start Starts with answers All this that is more than a wish is a memory All this that is ceases to be All is revealed The obvious door opens nothing Nothing, nothing left, nothing left

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

And experience robs me of hope Without thinking of them I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist Cut the smoke I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car

On the night train Here I'm going Wlakin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha,