Candy girl, you sing that song so well Candy girl, you try to stand so still Wasting all our days with Gillian and Dave Candy girl, candy girl, candy
I was a child, I was on fire But I stayed alive while all else died I held my breath, what could I say? And I closed my eyes like Marvin Gaye But now
When we were young We wanted to die But the sound of a drum And the words of a child Brought different light Now no one can tell The winter was nice
All these years you've been speaking without breathing Spinning closer to the sun Had your way with an unsuspecting public Little threads are all it takes
I wanna believe Yes, I wanna believe I wanna believe Yes, I wanna believe Just keep counting the stars Like someday you'll find out Just how many there
I'm not scared of waking up I'm not afraid of getting cut 'Cause you can't take that stuff to Canada You can't take it anywhere You could la, la, la,
Once I was lost to the point of disgust I had in my sight Lack of vision, lack of light I have hard, I have fast Mercy me, never last Then in the dust
They're gonna build a ladder It's gonna take you forever You're always such a disaster But all you hear is laughter They want to keep you for more tests
Blud Im Blowin Up The Scene But I Duno Where My Bed Is Smoke So Much Weed Cos I Duno Where My Head Is I Mite Have Sum Fame But Im Stil Low On Credit
dont succeed and if you dont apply you wont achieve you keep ya head up high feet down low follow your heart till you get to the door bells and wheels and wheels away never trust
down to bust a nigga head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
to what you feel is true, And it's killing you. Fed up for so long, I've let go, Watch you hang on, When did lost trust begin, As soon as I decide to
acting like, you wanna get wit it but cha wont get wit it, so get wit it Naw Ahh lets go [Verse #1 Omarion] How'd you get ya jeans so low (and) hanging
I be hustlin girl The pot I got on my stove top is not stuffing girl You might not think that I'm the one to put ya trust in girl But I won't break ya
lanes slow Hand fulla grain low And the butta bucket to my button see my bang glow Diamond chain hang low Bricks of that Anglo Saxan I ain't taxin' for the low
glad {Brand new, yeah} So glad, baby I'm so glad that I found you {Verse 2:} Hey, you caught me up, When I stop, u start me up,When a brotha got low
one for me? Then I’ll be a hero. Verse 2: Searching high and low, Trying every road, But if I see your face, How will I know,yeah I’ll put my trust in
