Listen, please, I need to You need so much, it's true And I've denied you You need the man you knew Back here beside you You'll have him back, I vow
Could you tell me, tell me Could you tell me what he huntin' me for [Fredrick] You thinkin' lifes a joke, I'll slice your throat Oh you a thug, you about
rock Y'all ain't heard nothing I gave you your first lesson From what you discussin' over the percussion you Never compare to me, you a parent tearin' Repeating what you
: You'd better look yourself in the mirror You know that you wanted to get to Heaven when you're old Do you really want God or not? Is it yes or no? It
cost me you lucky you ain't sittin on plastic and you betta not fart or you gittin your ass kicked take pride in my ride, i love her like a child
in you knows All the world is at your feet again Everybody needs somebody Everybody loves somebody Don't you know by now that life is fun? Life is fun Can't you
you hate. Will you ever love again? after all the Dirt is gone? Wash away the dirt, let your feelings Hurt, drive away the shame. Be yourself again. All this grime is
All we really need is to self love... Did you ever feel people were Wrong, pointing fingers and stumbling Along? even when you Thought they were nothing, all
know who I am All I need is an explanation And I'm sure I'll understand Love is made like grains of sand Moving in the tide Love is worn as memories You
Chorus: Girl i love you more than anything in this whole world You're the reason that my life is so beautiful girl Girl i need you more than the air that
only one you follow is self Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild Growin' up and they ruthless now but you my child And I had you
we do it like this, yeah Grand Puba, common sense Yeah, yeah, yeah It's all love y'all, it's all love y'all It's all love y'all, what you say? Nigga
Into smithereens, if you loving music then cherish it Listening to music that's older than what my parents is So beautiful like a model think her appearance is [Hook 3] Told y'all
down your skin flutes How could ya motherfuckers think ya To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner All of your knowledge is truant Unlearn all of the shit Then in overtime you
is divine! Rhonda: This is my pussy, harry! look! see it? you know what I'm gonna do with it, you worm? I'm gonna make it fuck something! that's right
and we both stacked stacks And if you had a customer you had him for life 'Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right 'Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you
these days, you will lift up from me One of these days, you will lift up from me One love, one sun Wonder where your time is goin' when you're under
in defense. "the thing is after a while, you get tired of Ing with him, you know, and after all he didn't really do anything friday and saturday