Once I was a sentimental thing; threw my heart away each spring. Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance. Promised my first dance to winter. All I've
I want to touch somebody I want to touch somebody for real I want to change the world I want to touch somebody I want to take away their bad things for
sI go solid when you come around and I know I go silent but don't get me wrong, time will show I love to watch you when you mess around with my mind I
I go liquid when you come around I know I go solid but don't get me wrong Yes i go I love to watch you when you mess around With my mind I'm pathetic
When I get close to something beautiful Then I feel love because I know I'll never have it for too long I've been everywhere I'm like an institution
Babe, why Why must we go through this Every other day, every other week? Talk to me, talk to me Just because I don't hangout with you and your friends
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back Bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back,
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz
It's the one nobody likes with bad breath and saggy pants Might bounce a little bit but see a gangsta don't dance Hoes say I am mean I never give 'em
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me Uhh, I like it
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
C'mon C'mon I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black
Whoa, c'mon, whoa Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible] Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P He gotta be in too much '
Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan' score an ounce I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount Boy I can't front you nuttin' but I respect
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Bitches is pulling out they best suits Gangstas is getting dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test
Uh, uh, uh I took my first break in seventy-five I tell the story like yesterday when [Incomprehensible] was alive Didn't do shit with my brothers without
Now I don't know why you be actin' all shady I only want to hit, not make you my old lady So don't be tellin' me nothin' about no babies You tryin' to