She knows about me and I know about her You don't have to tell me that you don't care I know you do Don't tell me it's just a girl ting, oh, ahlie You think that I love her, but I don't want her She knows about me And now you know It's been good, but I

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I don't think you fit this shoe I do, won't you have a clue

I, I'm just thinking about you You just change my life for good Now it's time for me to thank you And to see that I love you baby I, I'm here for you anytime If you need me you know where I am Ladies, lady, lady, ladies only you can say that you know me

It's a beautiful lie It's a perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful, it makes me Cause this is just a game So beautiful, beautiful (Lie! Lie!) Lie awake in bed at night And think about your life

We were too damn young to know any better Every time my feet are danglin' in the water I can't help but think about her Lyin' there with her wet hair Didn't know what we were doin' but we didn't care That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A t-shirt

Just a little patience, yeah, yeah Said woman take it slow All we need is just a little patience 'Cause a little patience, yeah, yeah Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I

Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Don't you care about my pride? And now I'm sick of jocking I know I like you to be free I think you better go with me girl I thing you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really

You’ve got the wrong song This one’s about a liar and a cheater Don’t know what kind of spell you think I’m under This ain't a "feel-good, everything's fine" sing-along Who didn’t know what he had 'till it was gone You’ve got the wrong girl 'cause I got

(In-fect-ion) As I reminisce (In-fect-ion) Just when I think that I've forgot you I hear that thug that we used to rock to Just When I think I'm gettin' on without you Somebody Passed and asked me about you Was in the back of the cab the other day