I freeze within Thinking fades Death delayed The womb remade Dreamless sleep Into deep No longer me Why Are all my lives a lie I can?t believe my
It's not about your boy But if you get the truth, holla at ya boy fam My past was gritty and filthy like a trashcan But through His blood, I'm cleaner
was too proud to beg. There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room and a pathway that leads up to the stars. If you don't believe there
next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day she may have left she would never clean
you betta watch out Ouch! [Rick Ross:] Bitch I got money too "Trilla" album comin' soon Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room Whip the keys (twenty
t get bitter... I just get better And a verse is just a verse for me I keep it generic and these niggas take it personally If I was in a room and someone
Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, sadams got his own laden With his on private plane, his on pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors
baby girl That's daddy baby Little sleepy head Yesterday I changed your diaper Wiped you and powdered you. How did you get so big? Can't believe it now
street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell
cell phone, he ran away And music is magic, pure and clean You can feel it and hear it but it can't be seen Music is all magic (Are you a believer in
: Yes it's true I've gotten very moody over you Don't think I don't sense your caution Way across the room Or across the phone lines Big black ocean
waiting. Four hundred girls in the room And I am all he sees. It's time I fought for love. I know he'll be there waiting . Four hundred girls in the room
glock, gunshots, this is my block In the tallest building And the longest, coldest nights I got something to tell y'all You won't believe me But I killed
life The father you never knew, who saved me years ago And now I'm looking at his son A man and his wheelchair, living in the past No room for life,
like to say, that I was on your mind So I phone you at ten past three, in the afternoon It's evening for you, and another bare hotel room So hard to believe
: (feat. Ray Cash) Remix (O) Remix (yep yea yea) [Verse: Ray Cash] I made her scream o That's what she yelled Room 216 Cleveland motel A pimp in ma
tear down my defenses to love you all over again. To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt But in that clean and quiet room you can't believe
talk say who say, she say that That she say that P-Sqaure don say that My brothers tell me which kind lie be this She don kolo I swear nobody could believe