won't turn back again Won't leave you know how hard it's been Hear me now you will never be alone Yeah Let's take what hurts and write it all down
I'll spend the rest of my life, explaining what words cannot describe but I'll try, I love you this big I love you to the moon and back, I love you
mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit
, your baby girl I know that I?m on my way Well, I can tell every time I play An' I know it?s worth all the dues I pay When I can write to you and say
I swear it feels like I'm dreaming, it's vividly defined, yeah So call me whatever you want Tie me to whatever you like But let's get one thing straight You know
yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Cars for the misses and furs for the mistress You know
you got on your mind together we can take the time and make it right 2. No matter what you're feeling no matter what you needif you believe in love
head up just be strong just be strong and all the little boys who can write you be strong keep your eyes Look at him he channelin like pop star change
What would you write if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant
blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make
be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You
, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but
world (What, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (Peace) World (Peace) World (Peace) World Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time
you and the sky I write For in these cold star night's moon, you my light If heaven had a height, you would be that tall Ghetto to coffee shop, through you
aura, paws on the Port, You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork. Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil, I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you
Vick payed Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares if you
that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you
do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these And I know What you need, what you
