time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
the time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And you were turning out the lights so he could sing to you Because you
up, Check it! Baby when the lights go out, I'll show you what it's all about Coming at you girl, You know you I like this girl, Here we go! I ain't
turn your radio on Play it for your man or your lady all night long It's amazing baby how we let it go On and on for this long You blaming me, I'm blaming
do better than I'm a do me so-so I'm a do me my wife take time to do me you don't kick it like I kick it bitch I kick it I'm kinda Bruce Lee I'm the shooter
like "Why would I want to eat liver? I don't even like liver!" I'm like "No, I said 'delivered'." She's like "I heard you say liver!" I'm like "I should
that you're the one Girl, it's plain to see that, I ain't nothin' without you And it seems like every song on the radio is about you girl So stay on
like, "Why would I want to eat liver? I don't even like liver!" I'm like, "No, I said 'delivered' " She's like, "I heard you say liver!" I'm like, "
imma do me so so imma do me my WATCH SAY TIME TO DO ME. u dont kick it like i kick it, bitch i kick it im kinda bruce lee. im the shooter behind the shooting
feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in tex and Dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking 'bout you suck in the club You
there, I swear I didn't mean For it to feel like this Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me? Can you
do, me better than ima do me, so so ima do me My watch say time do me, you don't kick it like a kick it bitch I kick it, im kinda Bruce lee Ima shooter
, you were there When it got heavy, I held it, you were there The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there I know you love me You know, you
I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?) The seventh of September
I hear it on the radio everywhere I go They tell me I'm a loser to be alone The silver screen and Seventeen say I'm supposed to be 2 not 1 in a lifetime
hood near you (it's... it's...) Or maybe not so near you. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] L-Look, look... First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
near miss on the plane You swear you'll never fly again After the first kiss when you make up You swear you'll never break up again And when you've just
