Listen now I am afraid of everything when you told me I was special it was the happiest moment for a long long time Listen now I keep forgetting your
Listen now, I am afraid of everything When you told me I was special It was the happiest moment for a long, long time Listen now, I keep forgetting your
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: Listen now I am afraid of everything when you told me I was special it was the happiest moment for a long long time Listen now I keep forgetting
Listen now I am afraid of everything when you told me I was special it was the happiest moment for a long long time Listen now I keep forgetting
now If I could let you know somehow I guess [Chorus] Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain Like a knife that cuts you the wound
You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping over this game Now pinch a loaf now homie who'
me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now i'm in jail 93 was strictly RNB Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who go tell me
put lives at risk when I drive like this {*tires screech*} I put wives at risk with a knife like this (AHHH!!) Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
Cause that's where he did his first bid way back Now this Nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back Now
in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house
things Instead I'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings But it's much too soon to leave this easy life Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife Now
take a look at my life do you see what I need? (you) better give me the knife (you) better leave me to bleed I hate my lies - I hate myself I hate my
believed in your fairy tales boy i thought that i knew you so very well but you walked on my pride all the tears that i cried and it cuts like a knife
, the bottom of the black list I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases feel the utencil, knife
cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain Like a knife that cuts you, the wound
rewind me back and you know where they used to find me at in the backsacks filling something for insomniacs dope boy trap n-gga in my pair like now I