I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy Is it 'cause a nigga cook like a professor I

And baby blue was the color of her eyes. Baby blue like the Colorado skies. Like a breath of spring, she came and left, And I still don't know why, So here's to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight. She looked so much like a lady, but she was so

I know why you plague me I know why you blame yourself Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you I'm in conniptions for the final act you came here for The one derivative you manage is the one I abhor I need a minute to elaborate for everyone the Everyday

I don't know why you came along At such a perfect time But if I let you hang around I'm bound to lose my mind But the feeling's all wrong Your eyes may be whole But the story I'm told Is that your heart is as black as night Your lips may be sweet

Waiting on the wind Now I know why we came Whatever you do The wave is here To tell my side The longest wave Whatcha want Whatcha need Do you love

All of this, all of this Now I know why, I hide my love from you some days No I don't mind keeping this bottled inside me You came along, and tore this world out around me Looks like you found me Now I know why I felt like shit when I woke up this

I came to fuck this shit up Yeah I came to fuck this shit up We came to fuck this shit up You know why I came, you know why I came While we on the beat goin' up I got the rythme in my cup Told my Rollie we cuttin' the rug Yeah these bitches, they swear

"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told