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he'd just let go
And there she was, going on just fine
But every time she looked back, she crashed and burned
You'd think she would have learned
Still

going this has to be good
Enough to fool the cops

Whoa! Is it murder?

No, look here's a suicide note

"They couldn't see past
My rockstar

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only
Watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going

your wings
And hit the ground see her beauty so pure
She seems like the cure
To all been deluded by her light
But behind her spell we know her so well

But they was Gangsta one day
You can end up a day in broad day
You know my squad don't play
Niggas bred by snitches
Acting just like bitches
Couple

don't matter where I'm going)
If see me hopping on a flight
Just know it's pape' OT six of Quagy-agy
You can't tell the Faygo cream
I got fire plastic

I like that we gone
On the wall maino
Drama classy

This life I live just to feed my kids
And you can touch me
I don't came for nothing i still

the genesis
Others generally disingenuous
I'm given you what's really going
On behind the Maybelline creams
When the Revlon's gone
Where the jewels don't gleam

These deals won't last long
Get loans for that ass when the cash gone
And if you die, don't worry if it's passed on
Your kids'll pay it
Better write

Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like
I can always see 'em coming, from the left or from the right

I don't want to be a priss, I'm just

Levi's
I saw behind the curtain
So I know my window's smaller
Than vagina on a virgin
But I'm trying to be happy
When my visitor's gone
Even though my

Come on if you’re comin’
Come on
Way you’re lagging behind
Is blowing my mind and groove
Come on if you’re comin’
If you’re going to get gone, you

(I need it)
Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work)
See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude

cll through the night you telephoned
I saw the light blinking red
Beside the cradle
But you don't know how far I've gone
Now I must live with the lie

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like

Money at the bar goes twice as far on a Thursday night
I was hoping it would help
Get you twice far gone off of my mind
It was goin' pretty good

Sittin' in the corner, snow is fallin' outside
Hard to believe another year has gone by
I hold myself together most of the time
364 days, I'm

her insecurity
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup
No one sees the me inside of me

Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply!

Keep going

Couldn't say what the lie was for
Said when I'm gone your heart is sore

You send me songs by Leonard Cohen
They fill me in on how you're going
There's