fall I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It ain't over yet I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It might be wishful thinking - you
fall I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It ain't over yet I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It might be wishful thinking - you would
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your fall I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It ain't over yet I don't believe it - it just ain't over yet It might be wishful thinking - you
to accept the accomplishment Be proud of it don't need to spit I'm young rich and talking shit So baby girl who you with Two girls ain't enough that's over
ain't claimin it your husband's cryin cuz he feels like a chump what, your son is fit to die and he ain't nuthin but a punk huh she can't sayin nuthin
don't expect it Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no
hear it tellin' me to move Are you ready to press play? Are you ready to press play? Nah, they ain't ready They don't believe me yet, baby Y'all don't
just laughed But it looked like you ain't laughed in a while I was glad I could give you a smile Then we both blushed but really girl, it ain't no rush
, and wouldn?t give a fuck I live a California lifestyle, ain?t no trip 8 years on the mike, and ain?t faked it yet So when you see me on stage, I won?t
't expect it Runnin from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no
tears become a teacher mold ya peers let em know its cold in here this ain't the way to spend them older years I'm over the fears of the world no longer
thing I don't try to deny I'd better learn to accept that There are things in my life that I can't control They say love ain't nothing but a sore I don't
for real Like way back then, when love was yours and mine Maybe we could bring it back to life No, no, it ain't over yet I just can't accept the possibility
she's pregnant and I ain't claimin' it Your husband's cryin' 'cuz he feels like a chump What, your son is fit to die and he ain't nuthin' but a punk, huh She can't
't let it run up inside you, time flew We started kicking it, I'm feeling you, we intimate And I ain't trying to let nothing interfere wit this It's real what I feel, but it
