If I'm late, darling, don't hesitate Just go without me and I'll see you there anyway If I miss you at the station I want you on that train I don't want
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I feel like giving up And I'm ready to walk away In the stillness, I can hear A voice inside me say Do something Do something It's too late for saving
's me? I wanna make you mine I'm kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that's right) I'm so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops] I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I
say fuck all of y'all Ain't nobody down with me I'm thuggin, I can't go home Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin, so now I'm in this high powered cell
s all the same chumps might as well ask what set I claim. (Where you from?) Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy, you better take
Aayooh I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me Aayooh I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me Ooh,
know, you ain't gotta hold on you can let him go I know you probably need a soldier yo, you can tell him that Loso told you so. [Verse I] I see the tempetures
Hit, get 'em up: nigga's on the run, runnin' side by side with' #1. When drop me gauge, and when the po-po chase and they catch me barehanded, I'm done
up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the po-po chase, If they catch me barehanded I'm done Rip's gripping
wouldn't like that No! [Half-Chorus] What if I made ya cry! Would they still apply! What if I... If I played you like a toy Sometimes I wish I could
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops] I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies I
I go on with my bad self I'm the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes
I'm so sorry. I wish it wouldn't have happened, but it did, and I'm sorry. Forgive me. I'm sorry..." "I guess I'm simply sorry for being me and not
my table If you were to break I'd fall on my face. But I'm always going to make you feel I don't need you as much as I really need you So you don't use
the mind of a psychotic rhymer I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders I buy enough clappers to
face it's written all acrossed it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry You're so