Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker I wouldn't give a

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-aah Just a paper, just a papercut Right now it feels like we're bleeding So deep that we might not get back up Our words will tear through the surface Like a paper, like a papercut Right now I don't know why I love

It's so cold, it's so cold And it hurts like heaven Still I won't let go You, ooh, ooh Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park Do you ever get the feeling That you're missing the mark? Written up in marker on a factory sign

L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay) (L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay) I just wanna see you in Ibiza We can meet up, let it heat up Blow the trees up, kick your feet up You can bring your girls, you can leave 'em You forget your man, that's

I will love you unconditionally Unconditional, unconditionally Let go and just be free There is no fear now Open up your heart, and just let it begin I will love you Oh no, did I get too close oh? Oh, did I almost see what's really on the inside? All

In the middle of the night You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name I'm caught up in you Burning brighter than the sun

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

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