In the middle of a dream To an unfamiliar scene Wonder what I fell into Who knows why People look for alibis In a passing stranger's eyes What am I supposed to do Tell her that you love her tonight

It must be imagination When the feeling isn't right? They say, you see it in a lover's eye But I'm wide awake tonight 'N I'm looking for a reason why It doesn't show Still somehow, I know Tell me that it just ain't so Say, I made the whole thing up

I know, I know that you love me baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body And this is the only sound you should fear How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter 'Cause you know I'm okay Instead, I ask myself "why do you hurt me?" When

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK Blowing Khalifa Kush I need it all the time, don't know what else to say It's always on my mind, that's why every day I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK Is this the top? I got my own weed,

Don't know how to face it I don't know how to face it I ain't sleeping lately Yes I know that I'm the only person that can change me Maybe, that's why I ain't changing That's why I ain't changing I got too much on my mind I guess I don't know how to face

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

Every time you scream at me I wanna kiss you I wanna touch you When we get to arguing Just gotta kiss you Baby, I don't know why it's like that But you're just so damn sexy Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose When you make your angry face

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

And we've waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I