take it anymore i don't want to hear these words you're made to take the fall one step forward, two steps back, step back now! fake boys, fake girls, fake boys
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She drove a thousand miles a day and i don't wanna hear those records play she told me i'm not coming back we drove a thousand miles a day i don't wanna
I'll make mistakes on you take every call lets talk for hours i know how you look but i cant wait to see the way you look at me it was like a dream just
Its annihilation waiting for a call slowly driving me insane a mind wasted on the coldest of night dreaming alone for the end of time the longest months
I wonder if i peeled the skin from my fingers could i stop touching burnt flesh dripping down the back of my neck would i fall every time she starts
There's a thousand things i wanna say to you bridges burnt too fast too think it through and every time i jumped the boat she told me stay cool theres
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the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on bad boys Niggas fuck for
Looking for my place on assembly lines Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco
ups and make ups And fuck ups and fake ups Things that I wish you could comprehend yeah, comprehend But for now I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boys
shit wild hot Busta:we got kamaal Complete, we make the shit wild hot Q-tip:i got the busta bust Yo, we make the shit wild hot Both:all y’all rude boys
rest is fake, I'm the best, the rest is cake Mixtape God I bless the tape and I put boys in they restin place (woo!) People always test the type and
been, I've been spending Ben Franklins and swangin, gettin mileage on my Benz I ain't gon' pretend, I ain't one of them People that be fake, so effort
t no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don’t know what y’all about to do But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin’ Quit
[Intro] Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz
