in your eyes Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Oh baby I've got news This is the best for you And I'll kiss up your neck Run my hand down your side You
I really need to get this off my chest I don't know where to start, help me begin And you'll never know what you mean to me Under my heart, I'm the same
like me These currents couldn?t pull me down But I?ve fought with the tides, for what feels like my whole life Collapse Repeat The sun burns into my back like
But I'm not the person I used to be Save your breath, for someone it will effect You could curse my name for years And while you feel your mouth run
my record like the Lord shit I'm tryin to brake somthin'. N mostly I'm up n stressin when other folks sleep n believe I know struggle n struggle knows me. My life owes me like
all awake I'll do the sidestroke the other sidestroke I'll do the butterfly But I ain't gonna crawl on back to you, no way I see your face in every breaker I see your
Baby C?with Baby J By your side?yeah? [Girl:] I'll be the one to make you smile Whenever your feeling down And when your feeling lonely look to your
a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed Your attitude was the cause
can be Nas's wife Place school, study law I'mma pay your tuition Come on campus, buy you books Do your babysitting My unusual style make your future
[Verse 1:] You and me together alone Fireplace, watchin the snow Holding me up in your arms, watcha wanna do? I'm in the mood to put it down slow Catchin
drink like the bands. And your setlist (setlist), You stole off the stage, Had red and purple lipstick all over the page. B-b-b-bruises cover your arms
in your dreams Hold out your arms so I can break you at the seams My little lover under cover You shiver and shake and quake and break like no other
on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty
what it's like. You know just what it's... I don't want to keep on living, Up to other people's standards, It's just not who I am. I need your loving arms
Ten fingers, ten toes like it's supposed to be Thank God it ain't a cocame, thats when my momma spoke to me She said son, your uzi weighs a ton The world
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah Say what? The QUESTION is how could a man like me Actually, a man that's free
parry lunge mixer Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler It's bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture I branch out, arms
going. When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they?re thinking. She keeps on working for that minimum, as if a high school education offered any other
