As the days turn into weeks You and I, we hardly speak The flowers bloom in the month of June But that really doesn't matter because I lost you A melody
be the woman she knew too. Do you want to be the woman She was you. Days are different now, They are ours. And days are different now, They are mine.
Dude] [Chorus: Devin The Dude] Lookin back when the days wasn't so easy You were either hustlin or strugglin Make it or break it, would take all different
now -your body doesnt tempt me... maybe just a little (nothing for you around here) -yea on the real -like welfare checks -you and I are through... through... through (Sunny days) ... (Sunny days) ... (Sunny days) ... (Sunny days
, music, and makin love But yet we still have trouble rising above It's said that in the later days People shall be movin in different ways There'll be
need my assistance there'll be no resistance I'll be there in an instant Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover I'd be no different than the other
't there, Forty Cals, extended clips, still I ain't scared, Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive, I'm different and I'mma prove it if it
again I just wanna say that uh, I fucking apologize I didn't mean to call you a bitch I'll never call you bitch again Damn [Verse 1] Gave my homey 90 days
never call you bitch again (I ain't mean to call you a bitch) I'll never call you bitch again [Verse One: 2Pac] Damn - gave my homey 90 days for domestic
of that/now picture that/ pretty sad but true/ bouncing checks like basketballs/ oh the bastard called [Tur-Bo] How shameful a position, to ask for some assistance, from other
My drugstore dreams will cut me down to size By then I'll be a brand new different person To love you while I'm trying to decide Oh, the spectrum of my days
Marveling at the spite with which it curdled Outside my tenement grows a little warmth From out the mugs of masons wasted Laying bricks for days to later
with battery op enthusiast pardon the barking badgers, while you were parking daggers in kittens with snarling children, i was sharking classes with taggers for television (Click!), gattaca days
my nigga [VERSE 1] I seen God, I seen bitches get hard Old ladies get robbed, I seen Master Farrahd I seen niggas' wifeys fly with ball players See my room - in different
Made me change my plan Walk in a different space Loving you is all I seem to think about And Will u let me go if I Turn around and walk the other
It's an 808 party going on. What more do you want, what else could you need, it's an 808 party going on. There's a difference between me and other mc
Don't put out this fire It's burning for Burning for me Burning for you Standing within the sunlight Pressed against me Takes me back to other times Different days
globe tryin' to do my thing Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash And other