'Cause you act like you are Go ahead and just live it up So live life like you’re giving up Go on and tear me apart It’s alright to cry Even my dad does sometimes So don’t wipe your eyes Tears remind you you’re alive It’s alright to die

I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how I don't know, I don't know Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don't need no other lover

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Don't it make you ashamed of yourself Don't it make you feel small y'all? Honey, you think you've got an attitude So you treat him just a little to loose Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold So you act like a two year old. Don't it make you feel

You try to take the best of me Sick of you acting like I owe you this While I find a place to rest Find another place to feed your greed I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (You'll see it's not meant to be) I want to be

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

By jimmy reed Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. I can't help it, baby, if I'm acting strange. I'm just hoping, baby, I'm not going insane. Well baby,

Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are

Before I cry Hurry up, hurry up 'Cause I'm gonna cry If you say you don't need me I'm gonna cry if you act like you don't care Promise me, baby, you know I can't fake it Why don't you hold me? Tell me you love me Before I lose you