see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became you blame it on blind faith can't turn away from you what's my life if your gone Whatever you
to see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became You blame it on blind faith I can't turn away from you What's my life if your gone Whatever you
Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became you blame it on blind faith can't turn away from you what's my life if your gone Whatever you
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to see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became You blame it on blind faith Can't turn away from you What's my life if your gone Whatever you
You) Failed me, I gave you the key To the entry in my heart, you became part of me Told you everything, I shared all my secrets with you And the words you
rugged looks, wrote a verse holding your CD rack When I became a star, now girls show me their bikini wax And shower me in vaginal secretions for no rational reason Whatever
me Which one do you prefer? Well I wonder whatever became of him Whatever became of her? Everything breaks Except the broken plates Everything gets stolen Except the things You
Hollywood stories, on porches We polly hood stories about who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch You didn't know where to aim it, you
a life then became a bitch Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks Or they laying bricks I love the south like potato grits But I bet whatever if you
go through, a little nigga Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you if you
your throat Speak in half truths Deceive and manipulate to get Whatever makes you feel whole Tell the world how that horrid heart Became so cold and
.H.T.) [Intro: Six Two] Number 1's, and Mr. Two Face, Bitch Killa, You know I've been known to get beside myself at times, [Verse 1: Six Two] It was a cold
the time LA's done with you you gonna have contacts for eyes and fake titties I'm just playin' really, hehe Messin' wit' you (Messin' wit' you) Her compulsive
lord for you to wake up Like Harry Melvin and the Blue Notes, I'll give you two pokes Of gun smoke, from my toast, you get too close This is BK, home
of my boot bitch Right up your ass if you try and confront me Try and comfort me you lie in my trunky Pick you up down river, you never should quiver
[Chorus: Kastro] You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die
tales you told i smell them in the breeze with every midnight break, i beg you take me please i let my soul escape well i let my blood run cold so that
