Just in from a night of pain, her hopeful evening turned to shame And collapsing she feels that she's the only one who's lonely She tried but she felt
it sting, it only hurts if you make it hurt If out of sight then it's out of mind, so why should they demand we stop it They're only lines on my face,
I want it to end but I'll come running back I wish it would end but I'll come running back I cannot let go of the thought of having you I cannot let
days of old are days of old There's not the taste of novelty, in my mouth it's gone from me While it's the end of a time it's the start of a new kind
if there's no one to say so Nothing is chic if the scenesters don't rave on, the world needs its trendsetters, Pushers of style, its confident strangers its new
Walked all over the rainy day and talked about how we're the same About alibis, excuses, shame how we hated love and must refrain I said let's wait the
You to me, to me, you're lying from the start to me, to me You're twisting up your heart on me, on me You're changing every week on me in what you seek
I get a bit mixed up, but I'll find my way next day Hurts the things I do, hurts my hope with you But stop saying those stupid words You're wanted, you
I had an argument today, someone didn't see my way But my way's not the one with sight you must know I've got no right to come here telling you you're
Go to everyone that you think you know and talk too much you talk too much oh And any time and any place you're always in a person's face but they don
You melt like ice in my glass 'cause I know that ice just cannot last And it's always been this way one piece of ice just melts into the rest That day
Money Millionaires plus Don't touch sum'in nigga you can't fuck Twenty inches TV is a must By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus Verse Two: Lil
if you can't pluck the broad Twenty inches with t.v.'s is a must By the year two thousand Lil' Wayne gone tear this game up [Verse Two: Lil Wayne (Hot
my face BACK UP OFF ME 'FORE I PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE! I'm the same brother that likes +Sally Walk+ and I'ma "bad motherfucker from East New York" You
fuckin with us homie Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] It's two thousand and four New pound
and Mr. Mixx. They droppin' some new shit; and ain't about all that bullshit y'all been hearin' for the last two or three years, you know what I'm sayin
: (LT Hutton talking) Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! They ain't ready for this LT Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's