Missed my alarm clock ringing Woke up, telephone screaming Boss man singing his same old song Rolled in late about an hour No cup of coffee, no shower
before You said "goodnight, love" SURE FEELS LIKE LOVE tonight -MUSIC- (FOR SIX SECONDS) Your oh so sweet, just my luck LIke a extra marshmellow in my cocoa cup
as a sea Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung Songs
I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup, hey, yeah Got
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope [Young Jeezy:] Blue plastic cup wit that vodka
murder rate Flying with the law behind me Nickel plate, extra shiny Got this woman on my tip Like they name is Tiny Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup
t give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords get up, together black risk your cup I'm wishin for a change, my man want his change in a cup Yessir,
a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with
my soul and all my might What's this feeling? My love will rip a hole through the ceiling I give myself to you from the essence of my being An' I sing to my God, these songs
think now it's time for me to grow up, I feel it's time. I got a picture of you beside me, Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup, oh. I
I guess now it's time for me to give up, I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup, oh yeah Got
a keep it in ma pocket for it end up gone Cause I'm too turnt up bitch sing ma song [Chorus:] I'm turnt up I'm I'm turnt up jus lost ma phone and drop my cup
arm get my don won on Watch the ho's go crazy when the boys song on Multicolored stones on, we gettin money, yeah I get my styrofoam on, my cup muddy
is The illest never one at a time, just by the two's And ooh, you should see what my song make them do Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, with this
with the fallopian, wide as auditorium She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup
round here, fuck what you heard You lookin' at a kid that ain't scead to dirty This little knotty head nigga been thirsty Just enough sugar fo, for one cup
-ant banks- Ahhhhhh shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding