I know some true lies about you and I can't believe it when you do the things you do and think it's a secret what will you do when they find out and there
heart's on a teen line All you do is call in your love on the teen line Nothing matters at all, at all Give us just a little more love on your teen line
I know some true lies about you and I can't believe it when you do the things you do and think it's a secret what will you do when they find out and
She keeps a-rolling She keeps a-rolling on right on time She keeps a-rolling She keeps a-rolling Down that long twin silver line Rolling on down the line
Swimming in addiction Broadcast children live in fiction Awake in lying shame Tweaked twilight sighs as she counts her money Devils got my brain, all
t wanna be like you Because I won't succumb Give up your dreams And you're wasting time And stand in line wasting your life Give up your dreams and stand in line
All the people in your hometown When you were just a teen Said that you were pretty Like in the magazine And so you left your hometown To try out for
my cream I'm coming to America call me Prince Akeem, yessir It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I've seen These type of visions, since I's teen
key go lock it in the door Man I swore we can't go now the beat are made for us Young money sore you better flow to the shore In the line scare of maror
O nigga Make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, queens, queens Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens
couple things 'fore it's O.K. round this bitch I gotta talk to the natives, let 'em know I'm here For all to get the pay days, first I line up all the
was young Tryin' to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin' down my do' Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' from Got a little older, late teens
to spell, my words fell into rhymes Turned into songs, everything else fell into line I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars When I was a teen
own respect Duke, that ain't mean or evil (Nope) Ain't no crutches in the crew, my crew a crew of equals (Yup) Shit was cool when we was teen-agers,
eyes on this nigga Baby Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram Out of state hoes wit diamond rings 7 nigga teens
our women are cheap And that brothers gettin murdered is the way of the streets That it's normal to die when we still in our teens And that's the way
Everybody knows you've been steppin' on my toes And I'm gettin' pretty tired of it You keep-a steppin' out of line and-a messin' with my mind If you had