know I'm not u-u-up in the club and you will never hear about me with another girl. Got keys to my heart, you own my love. I'll never, ever, ever give
tight vexed, 'cause I'm really dwellin' on the sex Chills up my spine the way you smellin' up my neck I'm like putty in your hands, I gotta keep my composure
a grown man, doin' my grown dance I don't stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I'm on my Van Gogh, I don't hear shit [Chorus] No one man
my heart I was going through my growing pains, I was driving in the dark But I was alright, I landed on my feet Made in America, I was brought up on
you stranded in the shadows Dying in the pews Till you ain't got nothing to lose Time may come and heal the pain inside my heart But I know these scars
the bed I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed my father woke up
so I wear my gun I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young This candy give me courage not to fear no one To feel no pain and hear no
All day i dream, like im comatose Thats your ship sinking, and im so afloat I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!! Not the slave one, decaprios either Hear the
like that? How you like that? Hear my dog say, "How you like that?" My nigga say, "How you like that?" White boy say, "How you like that?" My lady say
the pain Pardon the flames Carvin my name in the park when it rains In the garden of chains We get lost in the labrynth Even using half of my brain Bitch
chest look house lit Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this What you ?bout bitch? Excuse my French emotion in my passion But I wear my heart on my
it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out
still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death Sees the blood, feels the pain,
to the way she feels when they spend time together Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart
she does, sir, Instead of the way you do, Why, you might be selling flowers, too! Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse, Hear a Cornishman converse, I'd rather hear
] Hope you can feel me (Hope you can feel me) So much pain insii-ii-iide Hope you can hear me I'm crying through my heart [Fredro Starr] When I first
all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could
And niggaz wonder why my heart is filled of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my