feelings You know I'm leaving I know the feelings better than you You can't believe now you're on your own I've not a clue what you have done You tried to call on me What you
gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The haters need
you 'N in Chicago niggers tried to kill me, but you didn't pull through Fuck you all in Philly, I was just too fast for you And all you fuckers in Boston
places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule
We drivin' Benzes you in a Navigators I know you seen my sales, I know you seen my green I know you seen the billboard I know you know my team I'm a sucker
a little something like this Yo, dog, you see a little something you like? You say, here kittie kittie, here kittie kittie kittie And she lookin' all good in the club tonight You
call Dead babies can't take care of themselves dead babies can't take things off the shelf Well we didn't want you anyway lalalalalalalalalalala Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
know to feel the Touch From Your Lust Scars on your back They tell where you've been But I'll roll like the ocean If you'll blow like the wind Sweet Texas
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker You know you done fucked up Don't you niggas? Runnin up blastin gas craters What the fuck you thought you
it to the left until you tell us that you had enough Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out your lungs Once you hit the kush I think you know just where I
days There's got to be A better way Something here about my face Somehing make you think I got time to waste What you doing Standing here Why don't you call
you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me how much you care (Wyclef) Yo, close your
, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everytime I see you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone And tell me
you're running out of time Repeat Chorus Everytime I see you with your boys You pretend as if you don't want me When you get home you call me on the phone
Beats By the Pound shit, it's ???, Rolex, an baguettes all around me I take this out the ghetto and live up on top, taking flights, and shoppin sprees, ??? on
I gotta' stay between the lines 'Cause if I trip, then I dip Then if I swerve one more time They gonna be... [Bridge: Devin the Dude] On my ass Like white on rice Like shit on
d be there tomorrow if I had my way Well, I?d jus? pack up my guitar You know its really not that far And when you called you said I?d have a place to
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night Wandering the Western dream Tell you 'bout the
