Growing up, growing apart, yet there's still a place here in my heart In which I'll keep for you to fill, our paths will cross, I know they will They
me, I wanna know what thats 'bout Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up The O.G's wanna talk but
what I'm talkin' about Ha ha It's where the goin' get rough [Styles P] Akon [Akon] The tough stay tough [Styles P] Styles P [Akon] Up front Let's
-destructive for my taste at the time. I used to say the more tragic the better. The truth is, whenever I think of the early 90's, Your face comes up
self-destructive for my taste at the time I used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's your face Comes up
: Love is real, it is not just in novels or the movies It is fact and it is standing here right in front of you So if you open your eyes, oh, what a
Big Boy Fried Chicken On the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco road map I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
go away The distance gets longer But it makes us stronger Should it all come crashing Down around me Would you be there Should I stumble and fall Pick up
out the frame But if you bend your waist back I can beat it up in flames I can hit you chick from a distance I aint gonna quite it cuz she probably wanned
visualize A game with no strains, stress, no pain Got me pullin out my hair, yes, pass the Rogaine (Class) Push wigs back like Davy Crockett So touch up your front
cracked the V8 backed up , leaned against the wall Lookin flower , he just came home , he on like a fuck Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the
that love never lasts and we've got to find other ways to make it alone keep a straight face and i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance and up
go quiet. In la Brisa de la Palma A teenage Rasputin Takes the sting from a gin, "When a woman learns to walk She's not dependent anymore A line front
desolate the highway's stretched towards nothingness weeds infest our front lawn the picket fence impales the sun that sillohuets on our houses dressed up
distance and blue sits like apples bite And flows through our hands I said ?Hi? to a man who shot his sister Panned through the station And jumped in front
this scene than we bargained for. We've got to turn it up. You never know if its gonna be the last time you tear it up. We've gotta ride this one to
up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up, If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up, If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up! [MJG]
