around She's not the one you want Yeah, it's too late to turn your age around She's not the one you want How do you do it? With backs against the wall
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age around She?s not the one you want Yea, it?s too late to turn your age around She?s not the one you want How do you do it? Your backs against the
them brothers Who used and abused you and took you for granted See you a Goddess, that's why you was put on this planet (I love you) Since you got me
you cant kill a spirit even if you tried too You sold your soul to me need i remind you ? You remember that night you Prayed to god you'd give anything to get
last song you'll ever get the chance to sing You sexy little thing Show me what you got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me? Same
go go goooooo Get up! Baby get a move on, Like a U-Haul You can rack your brain like pool balls You will never think of this shit Yeah, honey you called
her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!) You know you blew up when the women rush your
one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like, fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a
, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap Yo slim, you gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with
try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every
-up You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked? [*ewwww*] Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up Get
me I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total Want beef, nigga? PBBT! You better dead that shit My name should
records Now everybody wants to come around like I owe em somethin Heh, the fuck you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here [Chorus One: Eminem] You
m so sorry! Susan please wake up! Please! Please wake up!! What are you doing?! You're not dead!! You're NOT dead! I know you're not dead!
my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make em fear you 'fore you make em feel you So everybody buy my shit or
Better watch what you say Just when you thought you were safe Them fuckers got you on tape You swear to god you was playin Whether or not you was little
than bristles Fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue Back in the county writing letters how I miss you Giving you credit, apologetic how I dis you Get you
