I know it's a shame Tell me it's okay Lately I've been thinking about the past How there is no holding back No point in wasting sorrow On things that won't be here tomorrow But you and I well, we don't need to speak It's the secret that we keep

What do you mean When you nod your head yes But you wanna say no But you tell me to go Said we’re running out of time Better make up your mind What do you mean, hey When you don’t want me to move Oh, what do you mean

You don't know, oh oh Baby you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell You don't know you're beautiful You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh If only

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

Fly...learn to 'Cause I'm a liar, I conspired, I'm a liar... Fly...wait to Father, tell me somethin' Where do bad men go when they die? And mother says you'll go there but Wings for her and I and I don't mind Cause I have always wanted to learn to...

If I was waiting on you to tell me then I would never know I ain't have nobody there, so I had to tell myself when to go I ain't have nobody there so I had to tell myself when to go I know a lot of people but I don't fuck with a lot Got me standing here

Let 'er rip, let it fly So if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night Come on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry I ain't about to bawl, and I ain't gonna die I can tell there's something you don't wanna tell me It's killing you

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

You can tell me If you're hating me You can judge me, love me Do it honestly Would you face me Make me listen to the truth even if it breaks me Make me listen to the truth, Even if it breaks me

That I get a kick out of you I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true Some get their kicks from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too I get a kick