you look in the mirror, you see what you want to see When you look in the mirror, you look through me You looked right through me as though I wasn't
me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch
When I call there's no answer And she ain't love Big Sean she loves Sean Anderson Man you could probably feel me dying And you could probably hear her crying She killing me
more each time I try To picture the memory inside There's an old book I's too hard to read it But if you look You'd see how you look through my eyes
you have a good cheer I love you, James Brown love you Your luck is so and so, missin' you Brother love Soulful Christmas like a sweet melody I'm a lucky you
White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea That type of shit make me stop and think We in chronic need of a second look of the law books
will keep you safe Whateva, don't kill, you will make you stronger I promise you that just keep on pushing If you slip you fall and you hurt yourself
to maintain and stay peaceful If you don't know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you Defeat you, deceive you, evil He will never leave you alone I've been lookin
you on a lovely level where you never been/ Especially is you're stressed and depressed, yes, I got the medicine/ Sippin' a little bit of Patron, let me
to let you capture me and kill my will Just to survive the game of life, win or lose Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will To survive
been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh
I love [?] Oh why the fuss, hurry up and tell me you love me too Do you love me? (Do you love me?) Do you need me? (Do you need me?) You'd better get
niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like, "What the fuck? Nigga you worse than me" Nigga, don
, where the hit 'em at? D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy Aiyyo, who's that looking through my window Blow, y'all motherfuckers know my style Any nigga looking
say UHH looka here I want you to see me when you do you look and fear I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina My Book of Life you felt it, because
where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there [I] Where? [Common] Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook Then picked your pocket, watch me book
gonna have to happen soon Oh, baby, all through the night All through the night Oh, baby, all through the night All through the night All through the night Have you
disappointed 'Cos they're not your friends now And all the books that you've been through Seem too sad to you now I'm coming home You look good when
