your mind, so why do i waste my time? you broke my heart for the last time. i trusted you, but now i can't confide, because your love is a lie!
I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit
a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
the deal If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected
think Im in love love love I think Im in Love Love Love I think im in love love love love love
why I got a pre-nup I do [Chorus] [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Yeah, Yeah A is for Adamsville B is Bowen Homes See if I give a fuck if you like me you know
hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss" And that's the message that
no clothes Then your face pushed in For that shit that you stole We cut your shit with ay jack so products bump And it sits a hundred grand out the
rappers, they lie too bad Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad She ain't a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half A goonette is the baddest
to go and trying some coke And a happy ending would be slitting my throat Ignorance to cope man Ignorance is bliss Ignorance is love, and I need that shit
is up A dutch and a shot, that's what P thing is Then I be all up in that ass like them G strings is She is my favorite drug, so is the purple So I get
it's just a check Heard that you alright though My nigga for life though It's funny how this life go We love for a while then a light goes Took me a while
soaring to a new height of flight And then fight the night With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT No I.D. from the city with a
down 'cause the underground crown is still large See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I don't give a fuck I don't play that shit and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga I run up wit a gat on a nigga cock back on a nigga Like Rem's that bitch
hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High as a kite, feeling the flight Turbulence, once in a blue moon I had a dream of fly shit Hanglide
have no cat laid up in my shit Had the next bitch layed up in my six? Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick? I'm what a nigga would love to have Chick
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from
