You don't know what love is You don't know how hearts burn For love that cannot live yet never dies Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes Until you've learned the meaning of the blues Until you've loved a love you've had to lose You don't know

Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's

(This must be my dream) Wide awake before I found you I can't wait for you boy (Wake me from my dream) What does all our love amount to? We can't make love when you fly around me baby I personify the ‘adolescent on a phone’ Speaking like I’m bigger than

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

You know what? I heard this shit before You told me you'd never let me go I tried some things that make you want to stay In that penthouse, all we did was fight and fuck I taught you some things you've never seen before We did some things that your mama

All I wanna know is do you wanna get away Girl you got me going crazy Knocked me off my feet Now you got me begging baby Get away with me Begging baby please Cause girl I don't know what to do cause I'm so in love with you Hey there pretty lady

Where do I go what do I need? Is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own am I even close? 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Walking through the traffic on a Monday In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's

What you doin'? Hold on let me turn down the music I can't hear you. Come on man, who's this? What you got on? Ha-ha, come on stop playin'. I ain't got on shit.

Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize Tired of injustice Tired of the schemes Your lies are disgusting What does it mean Kicking me down

The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the