I'm too tired, I'll never win Wondering where I went wrong As I write the same sad song. Wondering where i went wrong As I write the same sad song.
again I'm too tired, I'll never win Wondering where I went wrong As I write the same sad song. Wondering where i went wrong As I write the same sad song
the mouth, fist fight till we turn this mother out And apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we back in the same chapter again And it's sad, but
Dre just let it run Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit Ay yo, this song is for anyone Fuck it just shut up and listen Ay yo I sit back with this
I won't tell em' your name Ow! I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are Come back down And I won't tell
(rick ross) you actin so sad (so sad) soul off X2 (mystikal) B*tch stop lyin on me i smash these rappers and beat up the track at the same time homie
of playin' ball For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on
Whatever Dre just let it run, aye yo, turn the beat up a lil' bit Aye yo this song if for anyone, fuck it Shut up and listen aye yo I sit back with the
Whatever Dre, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo, this song is for anyone, fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo I sit back with
fight 'till we turn this mother out And apologize after laughter pain It's insane we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad but it's true, when
mouth Fistfight 'till we turn this mother out And apologize after laughter pain It's insane we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad but it'
And take all the funky tones And make up a funky song That be bangin' on and on Make me mad when I see ya sad With the same look ya momma had But ya
fail i'll be back, 'cause I refuse to be a crack addict I wanna prove the critics wrong What started off with a poem done turned it into a song Now I
by the gun Till' my time come, Im'a spend time witcha son I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them Them woulda did the same thing, We confined
tell you Second verse: {lil' ya} Well my situation is kind of strange I was fuckin' the bitches an breakin' the hoes Because I got game but when I made me A mutherfuckin' song same
son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her So hardball is played, won't starve today Song after song
are you coming back again? Why are you seeing the same old friends? Why are you coming around? Don't you see it's the same old thing? The same sad news
'm missing everything about you And sometimes at night I turn the radio on But it's the same sad song Chorus The nights aren't cold but days are lonely and sad (so sad
