You're my London girl Just the sound of your voice This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance The way that you walk The way that you talk And I ain't got no choice And if you cut me, don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay,

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through I want you all 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Guess I didn't know That I just got this crazy feeling I've been making someone wait for me Think I don't need a watch to tell the time Think I don't need the sun to help me shine Think I don't need a girl to be alright Thought I didn't need shoes on my

'Cause I'd spend half this morning Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in I should know 'Cause I'd spend all the whole day Listening to your message I’m keeping And never deleting In the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

And nowhere to hide I'm running from the enemy inside I'll fight for my life I think I've lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And try to survive Can't fake it anymore I swear I'll give up my fears This is the end of me

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

I say it once You say it twice You know I like a little competition from time to time You think I'm wrong when I know I'm right You lose this ain't no kind of competition I like a man with ambition For when you gonna know it's time to let go 'Cause I