race And you can't keep up And I know that it pisses you off And your roller coaster climbs the hill Up and down, it sure does feel A bit too much Are
And just covered it up Like dogshit on a pretty city street Just to not piss off the neighbors No wonder i cant sleep, i cant sleep A song without a
dog shit on a pretty city street Just to not piss off the neighbors You know, it's wonder I can't sleep I can't sleep A song without a chorus You know
only keep this feeling for a minute I can stare at a Polaroid so long Before the chromofilm blurs and the smiles On our faces are gone, yeah I crossed a
my boy walks down the street There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat Everyone sings "Hallelujah" when my boy walks down
can't kill my spirit I was born to be free, yeah I walk to my own song Every day the power grows stronger in me And I walk to my own song Head up proud
Consider me a widow, boys, and I will tell you why It's not the man but it's the marriage that was drowned So I walk the walk and wait with watchful eye
than a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape From the chains of the warm red wine Oh, the wine is red, so warm and red Like a
talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a
, turn the record on, play that song Where everything was everything but everything is over Everything could be everything if only we were older I guess it's just a silly song
'm always wrote a song but you've not even sing along I'll give you rose that have thorns C'mon lets jump that i realize that i love you C'mon lets walk
grinning because you got it made Such a colossal fake When everyone's a smoking gun Just smile and hum along You'll never win with a back to a grave
When writing your history, I will always be a footnote A distant memory A warning sign of mistakes made The kind that you learn from This song is the
you would think I got it made Better look again I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy
bitch (Ah) Speak my language Money walk money talk Who you blaming? [Bow Wow] Soulja Boy in the Limbo Bow in the Maybach If you want to kno I paid about a half a
[VERSE 1] Uh uh... Is it the accent the hype or the way she walking am i, am i dreaming or am i sleep walking got my arms out stretched so i don't bump
A lot of smoking A lot of drinking A lot of singing A lot of dancing A lot of freaking A lot of women A lot of kissing A lot of sinning I was lost
on a park bench, thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy? And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since