my darling I will never believe you again But please start trying ?cause I don?t want to leave you Oh ,from this day on I promise I won?t wish on Anything
exceptional congressional It's best that you bester crew Wit your flesh going bruise Blood goin' ooze and However you choose your ass goin' lose This ain't the blues Don't
ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus, watch how the majesty control it Don't
the blue in your back alley view Where the horizon and the rooftops meet. If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors Of the evening stars. You can
t come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper to try it A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow I ain't even got a license
[Pusha T] It?s like an itch you can?t scratch It?s like a bitch you can?t shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest The thread count is bindless
, cuz you be manipulatin' skin But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
you be manipulatin' skin But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that Stay
man?Yo' momma?!" [Aceyalone] I wrote a poem the other day I hope you like it [Chorus] Roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet
will sleep through December. Awake to the birth of an Angel, she has your eyes And I will hide from them, don't worry Soon she will grow, I can't believe
to you, my darling, my darling. I am so sorry, so take this rose and break this bottle of aged pills, taste the blue ones and we will sleep through
catch me watchin' you sleep And I break the silence by kissin' your cheek If I whisper somethin' you don't understand Don't make me repeat it, I don't know if I can
Drifitng along with a tumbling tumbleweeds I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU (Don Gibson) « © '58 Acuff-Rose Music » I can't stop loving you I'
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' bout dying My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more Look at my life Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live Sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't
moon And I don't know Blue Jade comes to my room She won't go Gold shade covers the moon And I don't know Blue Jade Blue Jade Blue Jade Blue Jade
is my sailor boy? He sleeps at the bottom of the deep blue sea And he can'?t come back to me I stand on the beach alone and gaze at the misty blue Deep
