some respect We refuse to concede So abort the burial of this hatchet Abort the burial of this hatchet And I will part the seas to Find a way to Writhe
far! I can not feel Anything but hatred This is my warning call We will find resolve And does it make you happy to see me suffer? You shed not a tear
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can help her tomorrow Tomorrow, there's a ray of hope inside Tomorrow, if we could see the other side Someone will remember them tomorrow Keep your promise this time tomorrow
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a
Gonna get to it tomorrow, but they don't care at call They're gonna ease your pain and sorrow But we heard the same before All my loving friends taking
think my hands hurt know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work you aint a four wall on hold thats a kitkat another nigga want a heinekin that's a
't be alone It's all about you girl And me girl You can take off tomorrow Tonight we rollin' five star It's all on you girl What it do girl Baby make a
shadows on the wall My mind is running wild trying hard not to fall You told me that you love me but say I'm just a friend My heart is broken up into
There's a girl on channel thirteen I know she's gonna fall in love with me And I'm gonna win the lottery tomorrow or the next day I drive a Mercedes Benz
! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the top now Im a pop now I got
was a little girl I knew what I wanted One day I would see the world and make my mark on it Put in time, sacrificed never thought of thinking twice Since I was a
to do for me With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir And a melody, nothing else mattered Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds
a way out It's my fuckin' life, let her find a way to stay out Bet you think I'd break, it ain't that easy Bet you thought I'd need you a million times
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing
