not forget wasted time pretending i was cool paper heart please understand model planes and rubberbands wound too tight my heart could snap in two paper hearts
here I lie. Cold and pale Nothing you can say Will be enough to cure Nothing you can say Will be enough to cure These papercuts And broken hearts These
Its cold in december, around here and i cant remember the weather last year On again off again, i wasted my last few nights here in town on again off
As we walk through the ruins clouds turn day to night. it starts to pour the rain looks so beautiful running mascara has never been worn so well. as
: Please just don't play with me My paper heart will bleed This wait for destiny won't do, be with me please i beseech you Simple things, that make you
, can you get me up like I'm late for my first class So I can give it to you rough like a first draft Hold you like a paper plane You know I got paper
: He likes to have the morning paper's Crossword solved Words go up words come down Forwards backwards twisted round He grabs a pile of letters from
I can't be held down Where were you When my walls came falling down? You tried to hide You stood close by And didn't make a sound! (Say something!) Find you some paper
got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook) Lockin' down the whole project For self-respect (lock it down) And them police be sayin I know he on paper
the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch
doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper
noise, where ya stand nigga is where I leave ya Believe in me and my click, hit ya block erasin Leave ya thoughts wastin, I run a hundred miles paper
night no rest and no sleeping we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off we bout that paper
why I got a woman who can take me there the apple of my eye oh, I just don't know, no no, no, no I love her so Don't let me see that morning paper cause
ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
happily Ever after Before you leave you write your number On a dirty paper cup I walk home sunburnt in my face Holding that paper cup next to my heart
a little less relaxed, and you can't say much because you feel like a nerve. I've heard young hearts go up in fire, like the paper on a cigarette. Now
messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:] When ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin homie Every day I find another way to put that paper on