I'm living on such sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing Sweet nothing, sweet nothing You're giving me such

There must be heaven in this hell that I'm living 'Cause heaven seems to be so forgiving I won't give up No, don't give up It's a long road and you're on your own 'Cause there must be Take care of my broken soul There must be angels, guiding the way

Momma stop giving me grief Why does the blood always stick to your teeth Barely barely grieving Keep the front door open Wipe that cheeky grin and come on down Voodoo in my blood is living Blood take I'm chillin' Chill me got the soul of a mimic It's not

And stay in bed until Sunday Living not for reality There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night We used to be so free We were living for the love we had and It was just my imagination x3 There was a time I used to pray I have

You know that bitch baby He's talking shit about our clique But he don't crazy You see the writing on my dick You know that trick, Tracy Yeah, she's making me sick Living that life We used to do the same shit Shit gets drastic

Just my imagination Not my imagination Living not for reality There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night Stay in bed until Sunday

Patience is how I'm living today, I lie before you stressing me out again My life is twisted, twisted like you own brains I can't accept that, I can't accept that again Face it, try it, immune to what you are A superstition jinxing me like the black cat

I can't remember feeling love like this in so long. I can't imagine living life without you by my side. Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry. All for you. It's so true, I'm all for you. I'm all for you. Last night I fell asleep, and I

Just don’t leave Don’t leave I’ll drown my beliefs To have your babies I’ll dress like your niece And wash your swollen feet I’m not living I’m just killing time Your tiny hands

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and