with you Oh, yes we're ten lonely guys With ten broken hearts We thought your lies were true Yes we're ten lonely guys With tears in our eyes Ten lonely
I found the cure to growing older And you're the only place that feels like home Just so you know you never know And some secrets weren't meant to be
way [Verse 1 - Tinie Tempah] Let's go Yeah You're listening now They say they ain't heard nothing like this in a while That's why they play my song on
the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from
I see you) The Underboss of this holocaust (let's go) Truly yours, Frank White [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] - w/ ad libs from P. Diddy We got the real live shit from
's go Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah Dreamin', dreamin', yeah Dreamin', yeah, dreamin', yeah Born September 28, my life far from great No food on the table, so we far from
people that want to see you Four hours till show time, oh well I might as well check in the hotel Get a little rest before it's time to play Ten brothers
with cash a nigga with a lawyer Not a watermelon cheatin' an' eating nigga down south But a nigga that'll smack the taste from your mouth A contemplating thinking, best champagne drinkin' Ten
. . . Outro : (T.I. talking) MLK DJ DRAMA I just wanna let these niggas know i dont need no goddamn mixtape homes i got 150 songs, i mean i got 150 songs
to make you die quicker Rolling in Sauk's Acura Dial the cellular, to the G-man Contemplate D-plan, make everything swing None of the Circle will sing a song
) I caught her when she fell from heaven. One to ten, baby girl's an eleven. And I ain't tryin to spit no game, But I'm tryin to figure out from where
the changes Blue Pacific called, I had to go There was holly on the ivy in the apparition mountains The warmest bed I found was ten below Courted lady
for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times A baby drama mama, don't like me She doin' things like havin' her boys Come from
touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs
now rockin' wit' The Symphony, yes, sir It's ya boy Fliperachi, the number one fly boy I'm in the building wit' my girl Mya You know we doin' a song
in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs