I've been tossing and turning all night. Stand into the darkness, afraid to turn on the light. It's got nothing to do with money. I just sing, I want you honey and I just can't rest 'til I get it right.
The night is almost over. So I'm. What about. Can I tuck you in?. Can I fluff your pillow?. Can I sing you a lullaby?. Come on baby. Can I, can I have breakfast in bed?.
Since you've been gone, I've lost my cleverness. And since you've walked away, I just can't deal with this. Loneliness and emptiness. I can't fake it, I feel naked.
its inerdible miss nana im back in the buildin in bout 2 turn it up dad iI feel like im on my best rite now and I got the kids with me .....She Unit....
its inerdible miss nana im back in the buildin in bout 2 turn it up dad iI feel like im on my best rite now and I got the kids with me .....She Unit....
1st verse. You get on my nerves. (sometimes I don't wanna deal wit you.). Sometimes it really hurts. (for me to be wit you). But it's something bout that thang you slang i know that i gotta get some play..
Aye, come here. (All I want for Christmas). . Let me talk to you for a minute. it's Princeton. RAY!. . Your presence is the only present that I really wanted (Uh).
Shine on. All my people who are broken hearted. Shine on. From the place where all life has been started. . When you need fresh air. Go beyond horizons.
Draw me close. Close to you. I want to come. Into the clutch. Of your mighty hand Just to rest. In your arms. Here is the place. Thats where Ill stay.
Master P (Mercedes) talking:. . Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo. Look what I got for you baby. (Look get this up out of my face. I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money).
Aint nothin' wrong with some candlelight. Some chilled champagne and you tonight. All I want to do is make you ohh and ahh. Dont stop, dont stop, dont stop.
Mac. Wooo look.. All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?. Cause it's going down No Limit style, feel it.. . Mac/(Mercedes). All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high.
We get cash, money, cars, clothes. This is how true ballers roll. Sitting on thangs, thugged-out chains. Coppin' them whips, stacking them chips. . Cash, money, cars, clothes.
You 'bout to witness somethin' like no other. The sky gon' get dark, street's gon' clutter. Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer. Vets gon' quit, it's gettin' hectic.
[Verse 1: Remy Banks]. Swerving in the hoopty, but a nigga not drunk. I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk. Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck.
I fuck so good I make dike bitches straight. And give 'em mo love Jones then Lorenz' tape. Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood. Gets treated like Farhekahn, the shit is all good.
[mc ren]. In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure. I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'. Weak shit you talkin and I'm surprised it's sellin.
I spot an active drowning victim from a mile away. I save old men in seas like Hemingway. The swimming pool not taken? Watch out for frost. Dont get busted like Milton or paradise will be lost.
(Dido part.). . Verse 1:. Dear Cole I got your letter and I'm sour. I never received any of your donations, it doesn't matter. Keep crying aboot the fact you lost your game.
Chorus:. I know way too many people here right now. that I didn't know last year.. Who the fuck are ya'll?. I swear feels like the last few nights. we've been everywhere and back but.