The Last Perfect Thing About This Year" Send "The Last Perfect Thing About This Year" Ringtone to your Cell I stand overlooking this town To mind
d hope to mean it. I know the way it works I just wont believe it I can't find a reason to believe in you Know that if you wake up, you missed out,
need eyes to see the things you built or how you watch them fall The stains on my shirt from the waste of your words??? You don't get it, you fake it,
other girls but they just aint you All my friends wonder why I still call you boo When I know that you a liar and your love aint true But you baby girl theres just something about
He Wanna Know What The First Trace Is Now You Like Macgyver Cuz You Sneakin Around And She Dont Know That You There When You Standin Right Beside Her
ain't a story 'bout race, color or creed It's a story 'bout hate, envy and greed Talk about ambitions but don't want us to progress Ya talk about assistance
you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong But after your
about "They looove this" And niggas got looove for you Or nigga I looove this ride or this chin around my neck nigga You niggas dont know what the fuck love really mean Nigga you
you can slow down My money keeps coming You niggas take breaks My team keeps running They bring me back bags Louis Vuitton something Don't really know the price Just know
another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't never came from nothin
it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil You can go and get a job or you can do some
room out there I wish you help me out there You're going to have a color TV You will have nurses around the clock You going to have everything that you
about his past I just kept screaming, ?Come on, dad? That was twenty years ago, you don't know me at all You trying to talk to you is like talking to the wall Yeah, you
did you wrong Did you wrong Did you wrong And you gon miss me when I'm gone When I'm gone When I'm gone Yeah you gon regret it Yeah you gon regret it
a lot like you upon Choctaw Wridge She and Billie Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchie Bridge Year's come and gone since we heard the news about
't really say nothing shit you just like me You my heart, you my soul, you my pride and joy You my nigga, you my ace, you my baby boy You throw your dukes
ask about your business for sure they'll know your fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door but young woman the pimp see's you as nothing but a
yellin' at me again Yeah, I can hear Been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say, you know, but nothing comes Yes, I know what you think of me, you