really needed a friend At least until the end Would you give me life support? It never has to end These are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Now
a friend At least until the end Would you, give me life support? It never has to end But these are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Oh, let me
recreate it I've been around, I've been your lover I let it go at Kill Devil Hill, You're coming onto something so fast, so numb That you can't even feel
but You did me wrong so that took out all the fun but Don't forget I'm your number one love baby Don'e forget I was your number one love C'mon It never
teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt
my friends Been to ICU once and I ain't going again First Z got merked Then Roy got merked Now homie still in the hood why he ain't get hurt? I smell
the world keep trying me I'll try, don't wanna hear all the hurt, I don't wanna see Why can't you see Sometimes I feel numb, I can't feel no pain Can
don't understand Is I won't be hurt again Won't ever let another come in and make me suffer Baby, I'm cool on that Baby, I'm numb inside No matter how
We a new generation, who know the worlds hurts And though we don't rock suits, we still part of the church Our souls hurt too, our burdens hurt too We
the shit was cool Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2 you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt
, to get us through Somebody that understand our pain You know maybe not too perfect, you know Somebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke like
em know [Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich] You fuckin wit niggaz that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call me
the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men [Chorus] The Heartz of Men My lyrical verse with so much pain that to some niggas it hurts
fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate
of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said give
:] Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me To the first degree; me son, they hurt me!
