for always It was the same girl form high school It's being a couple years, She's prolli 22 Or maybe she was 23 That's right, She's a year ahead of me
for always It was the same girl from high school It's been a couple of years She probably 22 uh Or maybe she was 23 huh That's right she's a year ahead
' like a rape victim Any girl who steps to it Ends up getting' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart I do a damn good job That's why chicks are on my
to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it?s just not healthy
to the Chi to Austin So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong) It's gasoline
Oh, we could be down for life Have a couple kids and make you my wife, baby You're beautiful, lady Baby, let's chill, baby, let's chill Baby, that's
'd never work We was cut from the same cloth And what was under his shirt was his momma's rent His young brother's clothes, my nephew's food And with
sustain all It comes in a powder form and its good for healing scars But healing scars comes at the cost of rolling till's and stealing cars Feeling far
that's that We catch niggaz at the stop light and do what's not right It's worked for centuries to the OG's and peace gites We seat night and we run
keep my composure Plus I'm trynna remember how long I really known ya You make it hard fightin' you off is like a job But I'm doin good so far body startin
to notice That this silly schoolboy crush wasn't just pretend Life goes by so fast You only wanna do what you think is right Close your eyes and it's
else to use It's not a long way from the dance floor to the dark of the parking lot It's kinda like love but it's not. Chorus: Kinda like love So young
writer Then Stevie ran away and get bored Eileen took a job in a store Me, I became this drunken old whore 'Cause you see we'd be swallowed by the cracks Fallen so far
at this precise moment that he saw her Her walk was soft and delicate With a thaumaturgical touch that only a Rabbi?s daughter could have Before their eyes
gun or my waist full of pagers For a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers If that's where it's at and no one's gonna help How you gonna blame a
't my job to say For who am I to know why she's actin' this way Once again turn away if you're sure that it's done Tell your prophets to pray, tell your
stood for something that they?ll want to carry on ?Cause life is far too short not to finally realize That it's long enough to make a difference in someone?s
has driven some to Hell on an unbridled desire No pain, no gain, the strongest chain's forged in the hottest fire I pity you, who's eyes so blue have