your time to respond to me Seems like you're keeping busy lately So I'll sign off without saying goodbye I hope it hurts to watch me go But enough about me
Übersetzung: Feeling Left Out. Genug über mich.
', gimme no dappin' Pull out the strapin' and start bustin', Show me you bout buckin' or duckin' Cuz I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out
done what I had to do Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet
they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim
Come get me 'fore they hurt me Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me My daddy left me alone, and so I'm angry I never did nothin wrong, my mama told me
me, pussy boy don't try Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son 'Fore we find out where
shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to
nymph at the crib going after me I wish that his girl ain't loves me so much and that my dawg can't trust me so much that where I would feel bad hiting
You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances
swell over the double Me problems tends again and never left When I see the face of Zee Bothers me, back'n yo step! You never could feel my wepts (remember
ma pull out my chrome I don't wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home [Chorus] [Phil Collins] Take, take me home
And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own) And you need a hand to hold, darlin reach out, reach out, reach out for me baby reach out reach out
was not enough So you said sorry Johnny I?m gone gone gone You said my act was funny But we both knew what was missing honey So you lit out on your own
you my story, would you share your dollar with me [Verse 1: Chris Webby] You see I'm broke, I'm not tryna brag About money, cars, hoes, jewelry and swag About
that I've aged? Say I'm afraid... And all the tears you cry They're not tears for me Regrets about your life They're not regrets for me It never turns out
wasn't that enough caught up in your love and you didn't even caught my bluff drippin tears streamin down your eyes left your heart, broken promise, lies think about me
