think she could live like this? So she prays to God To believe in trust, In hope, in life, in love Whoa, I?m coming back to the world I, I?ll start
she think she could live like this? So she prays to God To believe in trust, In hope, in life, in love Whoa, I?m coming back to the world I, I?ll start
take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I’m your burger You my fries [Diddy] Run through sets Come through sets
Sleeping with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang wit the fellas I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waiting by the phone
she means to me gotta call my babe back home J-Boog let me use your phone My everything [Rap:] Baby girl I Can pain is love it comes to you Faithful
up Got you hospitalized, look how you end up Hooked up to a respirator, body all bent up Your moms callin me at my home,cryin on the phone Why the fuck
my niggas is gone I'm tired of hearin bad news, scared to pick up my phone Got a call, my nigga Eddy died from Acres home Just seen him at my video shoot
the way I bling Had teachers from school callin' home Mr. and Mrs. Nice what the hells going on I snatched a letter from your daughter's desk from her
the way I bling Had teachers from school callin' home Mr and Mrs Nice what the hells going on I snatched a letter from your daughters desk From her
he still mad at me, I wonder would he have me Back in the home, back in the zone, back where I can't eat Where's there's heat and use a phone Cause it
go home. [Verse] Now she's grindin And the way she poppin' that thang droppin that thang reminds me it ain't a girl in this world like mines Wish she come
like home, place like home Ain't no place like home Uh, I feel like Dorothy so I tries it Kicks my heels but my Jordans wouldn't 'ize it So back to reality
(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters
to take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries (Diddy) Run through sets Come through
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin' bottles Runnin' and I ain't lookin back for shit Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this I'll get you back
I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Yeah, you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Of the world though, you got my back
you Twitter followin It?s too many girls I know I?m never gon? sex But we can phone sex Touch your own breast Call my phone; 804-335-0051 Songz Wanna