they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you give us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say but still they
the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease
own You were Seventeen and you thought you was grown I found a thrill when we went up a hill And you ues to feel me, my body would get chills I picked you
new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying
ne-yo's hit o folks with no OHIP Don't slip Know who the staff you roll with is Your staff can turn to snakes like moses' And motives get exposed quick
they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards you give us hope, you give us faith, you the one they don't like what you got to say but still they
you back to check on you How you holding up? [R. Kelly:] Oh everything is fine [Kelly Price:] You know I don't believe you [R. Kelly:] Whatcha saying
state I spend it all cause when you young you can't pace I bet I double up, '99 Mase My ex said "I be missing you" Miss faith It takes 2, like Rob bass
what reason's they're there for And you can think it's bout smoking swishers and chasing these hoes You might go get you a lick but you ain't making
made you eat everything you said You was the snake You was the hate You was the fake You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate You was the
shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying
