a friend At least until the end Would you, give me life support? It never has to end But these are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Oh, let me
really needed a friend At least until the end Would you give me life support? It never has to end These are the numbers Let me look at the numbers Now
Be this sunset soon forgotten Your brothers left here shaved and crazy We?ve learned to hide our bottles in the well And what's worth keeping, sun still
Ii fell down fast fell down free Lost my money lost my greed I just want the prize you gave to them Became a saint from just a friend Mending boats
recreate it I've been around, I've been your lover I let it go at Kill Devil Hill, You're coming onto something so fast, so numb That you can't even
friend named Blow With a finger named Clap That'll leave you on the side like a Kangol hat He ain't have no choice, he was born this way These streets pull your number
ghetto, to get us through Somebody that understand our pain You know maybe not too perfect, you know Somebody that hurt like we hurt Somebody that smoke
fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate
but the shit was cool Guess its true niggaz be bitches 2 you cant see how she worked you, all up in her skirt now you looking like a jerk, cause she hurt
stars We a new generation, who know the worlds hurts And though we don't rock suits, we still part of the church Our souls hurt too, our burdens hurt
Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. [Verse 1
unit Like we 'posed to Watch ya step Don't get too close, fools Matter of fact It's past your curfew You dealin' with grown men, these hands'll hurt you
of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said give
Intro:] Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me To the first degree; me son, they hurt
and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it'll always be number
