There's a little pile of ashes Where my old life used to be Credit cards and memories All dumped into the sea Well, this ain't no time for bullshit As
Slain by your zirconium smile I was slain by your olivine eyes Slain, I was lying in piles Hoping shovels would cast me in Furnaces burn everlasting
off my mind Still youre gonna have to pay for it Cause all I ever see is your smile And its obvious that this is beyond both of us Cause hearts are magnets
Alright You don't gotta be alone at night You don't gotta suck your thumb so tight I said there's room enough for one more on my tail, yeah I think
[Hook] Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do' Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so My
Break bread (Where them ballers at) Break bread, break bread (Where them ballers at) Break bread, break bread (Where them ballers at) Break bread, break
is drivin' me wild This slim waist and pretty smile, are just my style Why don't we kick it into second gear? Have no fear I'm in ya ear, the chick magnet
There's one thing i've learned in life man as u get older thangs change. friends change people change it just how it go man- chorus: i dunno if its
(*talking*) Know I'm tal'n bout, already I'm just saying though [Hook - 2x] It's going down, know I'm tal'n bout (Know I'm tal'n bout) I'm on the grind
They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas
This is ghetto reality in Texas Aye, aye, you see I am what I am and it is what it is You'd feel how I feel, if you been where I been Live what I live
I'm on the grind, tryin' to make paper stack up An' if I slip an' fall, then I get back up A two piece, any hater that wanna act up An' if boxin' don'
[Paul Wall] I'm a hustler, ladies man of course a playa My behavior, is somewhat similar to the majors Cause I be running game, everything that I say
Auh, that hoe gangsta, live from the gridiron It's the people's champ, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I gotta, do what I do 'cuz I do it so well Stackin
Y'all don't know a thing about my life (My life) My life (My life) Y'all don't know a thing about my life (My life) My life (My life) Y'all don't know
All I want is to talk to you All I want is to talk to you I'm achin' for your touch I'm breakin' cause I miss you so much Do you miss me, too? All I
higher, higher, So feel da fire people. (skit) Dem dun know about fire, dem wan play wid fire dem wan play wid ms dynamtie dey bring fire, let me tell dem, magnetic
Moonlight through branches of the trees Cold but magnetic Inviting and putting me only guard The light of dreary solitude But hardly everything is