Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time Me plus you, I'ma tell you one time One time, one time When I met you girl my
If you're feelin' kind of down! And nothing really, seems to work out right! Your troubles might be awful! But don't you let, your head hang down tonight
[Jeremih] (Sighs) Yea Go hard, today (Fabolous) The past is the past, you know Can't worry the past cause that ye-sterday (Fabulous) It's a new day bro
Looking back at the beginning of this And how life was Just you and me and love and all of our friends Living life like an ocean But now the current'
Too low, turn it up some more Too chill, to get us on the floor Hot jam, where's the volume at? Make it loud, loud as it can get You say, bump up the
Oh yeah Can you dig it? I can dig it Oh yeah Sure is mellow grazin' in the grass (Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it?) What a trip just
She's strutting down the street With a diamond necklace, the size of a dime And it looks real nice when it shines It lights up the world around her But
Realized I can never win sometimes feel like I have failed Inside where do I begin? My mind is laughing at me Tell me, why am I to blame? Aren't we supposed
start transmission: somethings wrong. a distress signal not yet heard. this transgressions not the first. (a distinct missive of missed design). somethings
This is my time Oh, at times I felt like I had lost myself 'Cause people try to make you someone else I had to learn to trust my heart So things can
[Verse 1] Don't give me your tired act, after you been runnin 'round The time you spend with me, you shouldn't be comin down. Don't give me no attitude
It's the way you're nervous when you speak And the way I know just what you mean It's the kind of thing that's bittersweet It's a funny feeling deep
[Peter Gunz] you know what they say God forgives all sins except suicide then I guess I'll be a'ight 'cause I ain't gon' kill myself you know I was raised
Gather round girls you I grew up with my old friends that I used scuff with Need you round me at this time You've all had your turn to cry and old friends
Red sun settin' on the road behind her A hundred miles out of her hometown Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone Listens to it, rattle on down Voice
I was late for work, had to pull to the side While a funeral train of cars drove by with their lights on It was just my luck, it went on and on for miles
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,