Went around the way for you Did all the things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
Went around the way for you Did all those things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day To see just open love to say It doesn't mean a thing
I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to
Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah
Please tell these niggas there?s no hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit
I know you want me I made it obvious that I want you too So put it on me Let's remove the space between me and you Now rock your body, oh Damn, I like
I'm not surprised, not everything lasts I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track Talk myself in, I talk myself out I get all worked
Usually take one last pass through town Stop the car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty
Day and night, I find myself Trying to figure out a way to make this work somehow But my emotions always get in the way Of what I really mean to say And
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
Everything is falling apart, yes, I am Watching me watch birds watch people Watching me watch birds watch people I wear my bow tie to bed 'Cos I'm waiting
All of my thoughts are from a foreign host Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like a ghost Now I feel just like
[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song,
She ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you No, she ain't, she ain't you You make it hard for me to see somebody
[Nicki Minaj] Young Money [Keyshia Cole] See aint nobody iller than me And I aint being cocky I'm just saying It's time for me to do me Time for
There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red That nicotine rush into my head And a taste of southern comfort on my lips Tells me I aint ready to
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out I'm back in again It's a wonder