Lyrics:
I am your spoken truth
I am the lies in you
I'm gonna make you shine in everything you do
I am your lighted way
And I'm your darkest day
I'm
and Western and your MasterCard, puzzling evidence
Got what you wanted, lost what you had, puzzling evidence
I'm seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
What's going on
You keep creeping out the back door
The minute I'm gone
You've been actin' like some kind of stranger
For far too long
And my
I can give you up
I'm so in love
I will share you with another girl
I swear this true
I'll do anything
'Cause the taste of your loving is
Went out drinking late last night
I had a blast
But now the morning light has come
And kicked my ass
I've got the worst hangover ever
I'm
Come closer inside
There's something I need you to see
It's just a picture of what the ignorant believe
I come so you can know me
I'm here
I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other
enough reasons
To keep from leaving, no
That's the reason why I'm leaving, baby
Oh
What about those words you said
What about your promises
Didn't
no I ain't over you
But I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't
(Timbaland)
[Talking]
Lord,
Ain't nobody think we comin like dis
They kno what I'm talkin bout homeboy...
(Keri & Timbaland)
[Chorus]
We
years to prepare you
There's nothin' can scare you
When you are 18
I'm ready to travel
To follow my star
To the places I've been dreamin' of
I'm
lose 'til ya win,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
It'll be alright again, it'll be alright again
I'm okay, it'll be alright again,
I'm okay
ain't givin' hope like Obama
I'm spittin' out flames
Better hit the deck
I'ma mic check them games
You don't need a new coach
You need a new neck,
gotta lose 'til ya win,
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
It'll be alright again, it'll be alright again
I'm okay, it'll be alright again,
You know me, I swing back through and see who got hit after I air it
But it ain't about shit, niggas mumble about my outfits
But I'm humble, I keep my
wreck with the tec then I'm out like quick sex
Who's next, bitch ass nigga?
Bitch ass nigga nah you don't want none
Kick it when I'm wicked and all
Good morning little schoolgirl
Can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa
I'm a little schoolboy too.
Come on now pretty baby
I just
a tank of gas
I drove away without looking back
And I guess that's how I got where I am
Going anywhere as fast as I can
Now I'm a little past Little Rock
Then feel free motherfucker
Don't be talkin' under yo breath
'cause that might be the cause of your death
'cause I'm a quick to stop a nigga in his
you'll never part
'Cause I'm lost without you
Easy to see
I'm lost without you
And there's no letting go
So let me be the first to say
I'm lost
Come on
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
Headin' south from
Ok, Akon stay out of trouble now son
Akon, stay out of trouble now son
Let me tell you what hurts the most
I'm a convicted felon and I can't
What good is my life if I don't have you cause all of my dreams are built around you
I'd be like Miami without any sun
Without you I'm nothing
Yeah
Ah
(Meed got the keys)
Alright, she's lookin' alright
I'm thinkin' I might (might)
Ain't lookin' to
Just lookin' to pipe
Love a nigga
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