Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

Ah uh, ooh, ah uh Oh give me that, give me that, give me that I'm riding like a nympho Tonight I'm with all that 300 for to my squad, promise I give you all I got Bitch fall back I hit your spot, he don't do that for you I know She got a thing for

Don't take it away Your grace (your grace) I'm not ready to be just another of your mistakes Don't wanna let the pieces fall out of place I was only just a breath removed from going to waste 'Til I found salvation in the form of your I got nothing but

I've got dreams Dreams to remember (I've got dreams) rough dreams (dreams to remember) I know you said he was just a friend These eyes of mine, they don't fool me Why did he hold you so tenderly? I've got dreams, dreams to remember I've got dreams,

I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night And I have a bird to sing My enemies have betrayed me Have overtaken poor Bob at last I got three legs to truck home Boys, please don't block my road I have pains in my hearts They have taken my

DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

'Cause she's got that one international smile Takes you miles high, so high, That girl's a trip, a one way ticket Catch her if you can Yeah, she's so in demand Flowers in her hair, she don't care Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares You think you've

Ecstasy, ecstasy, (uh) ecstasy (uh) You got sick thoughts? I got more of 'em Now let me see you back, back, back, back We don't throw stones, we throw stacks That's why they goin' mad, mad, mad, Max If you don't say your name then I won't ask I thought

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll