to know Baby I'm all messed up in you, you're far away But you're here with me Baby I'm all messed up in you, you're all I need My everything Every
know CHORUS: Baby I'm all messed up in you you're far away but you're here with me Baby I'm all messed up in you you're all I need my everything Every
to know CHORUS: Baby I'm all messed up in you you're far away but you're here with me Baby I'm all messed up in you you're all I need my everything
a glow Got my diamonds exposed I'm a shine and I'm a glow Y'all know I got to flo-ss [Break - Chamillionaire - talking] Hold up man, I know I was supposed
're pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Self esteem you seem to lack Point the finger There's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all
be able To do this alone Theyre probably both wrong Why should i wait (I hate this feeling) For my mistakes (Theyre tearing me up inside) My head is a mess
Its Driving Me Crazy To See Ya Cry Just Try To See It From My Point Of View( Point Of View) Girl I Can't Stand To Lie To You No Girl After All We Been
Let it ride How did everything get messed up? Let it go Now I got myself all stressed out Hold on to my hand, I'll show you where to go Take you anywhere
blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on some Crow shit, let 'em know shit They mess with the wrong click, quick to blow shit (Yeah) Y'all
go Searching For something that is beyond all Music A music that is beyond all Break me Up
Your house all messed up, baby And your line don't sound true I smell a rat 'Cause it stinks all over you, say You're dipping and double dippin' And
cold all my teeth gold Plus i dont brush them Quarterback sneakin plus dont care(?) you rush em Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up But wait
'm able to explode like a volcano On y'all we told y'all we Rogue Dawgs We know y'all this one is Hong Kong Fo' you bustas and hatas we (gotta make that paper) Can't break
wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam Mess up some yeah, shit Thug niggaz be on point and game time Cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
is the world Excuse the mess Question, who's responsible? Answer, it's us Question, What can we do It's to late so stop the fuss. Break it down Change the mood up
Point the finger, there's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent [Incomprehensible] contagious, you laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits Put me down to lift you up
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn Up that ass, when I blast, claimin' South East H-Town Bakin' cakes stackin' hate makin' playahaters break
as you I know you wish this song would keep on bumping Through a pound or point 2 But it's all good, it's gonna go off Like everything that goes up comes