Testi:
Say Anything Was A Real Boy

This song is called, "It's a metaphor, fool." Sixteen names on my list but none of them could ever get me hot like this. (YEAH!!!) Got your scars on

Baby! You don't wanna make me cry or I will fill you with the emptiness inside. Okay! Alright! Baby! You don't wanna say goodbye or I will soak you

be your side again. Wrap me up in a plastic case. Pat me down with your warm embrace. I wanna know where you've laid your face at night for all these years. You're a

enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a

do a show and we do it legit And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug You catch a hot one when you're

Wassup C'mon I need a hot girl Really ha I need a wifey hahahahaha you know what's happening with me though C'mon keep it real I'ma keep it real You

a friend of yours the other day And I asked her how you've been She said my girl is fine; just bought a house, got a job, real good man I told her I was

all I can I put it down for real can't die a poor black man Nam'sayin' these country boys want millions And anything else ain't acceptable feelings

the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill you if you're doing that A reminder for those of you who forget Here's the king... bout to say a big deal