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Broadway Calls Best Year

This is a dark one for you. You?ve made the worst of my best year. I?m talking record book good times, and then along came my worst fear. Oh I hope

hallway on Broadway (Holla @ your boy) Sick of that blow up Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home (Holla @ your boy) Twenty years I've been servin' you fiends For twenty years

Broadway show I saw? A hot new book I read? Half-baked you come at me You know I told you not to call here no more. The New Best Friend, The Olde

the style that's goin on right now? Girl I caught you last night You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide Sittin in the back of a resteraunt, with a 99 year

whoever when your time get the hardest But who you 'sposed to call when they all think you garbage And figured that you washed up, damn they so heartless Cause when I called

the style that's goin on right now? Girl I caught you last night You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide Sittin in the back of a resteraunt, with a 99 year

Cleveland Don't get mad, I get e-van Try to shake the van, think you're sleep-an Oh my God this nigga's leak-in Somebody best to call the deacon (uh-huh