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Albums:

Maximum Maroon 5: The Unauthorised Biography of Maroon 5 (Maroon 5) · Never Gonna Leave (New York Jimmy & the Jive Five) · Never, Never Leave Me: The 20th Century Sides (Mary Wells) · Never, Never Gonna Give You Up [US] (Lisa Stansfield) · Never, Never Gonna Give You Up [Japan] (Lisa Stansfield) · Guitar Tribute To Maroon 5 (Dark One Lite) · Maroon (Barenaked Ladies) · Maroon [Australia Bonus Track] (Barenaked Ladies) · Maroon (Barenaked Ladies) · Country Favorites [Maroon] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Five in the morning, lying in bed
Listening to the thunderstorm in her head
Looks around the room as she opens her eyes
Pictures on the mantle
This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart
on they cop shoes, come on

You gonna turn this robbery to a homicide
The Desert Eagle is lethal, evil personified
Dominicans here take you for a dollar
should be enough
I never leave the house without something to eat

Early riser by genetic, take the stairs 'cause I'm athletic
Always at the office
body start shakin'
Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime
Twenty-five to life plus nine

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Take it like
hip-hop's hospital bed with a pad and a pin and a brace on my neck
They told me that I’m never leaving. Why? I am as ill as it gets
Any rapper that say that
She can't stop pacing
She never felt so alive
Her thoughts are racing
Set on overdrive
It takes a village
This she knows is true
they're
ashes to ashes
The pride and passion
The trials and the tribulations end tonight

And I'm never gonna be there when you stumble
I'm never gonna be
cross hairs
Blacker than my granddaddy armchair
He never really got no time to chill there
Cause this life is warfare, warfare

Deep on the front
leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice 
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress 
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
caught by the feds?
and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed
my people tell me your not worth it, but it is so hard to explain
who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talking bout, look,
from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers
On a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest
In your high ride to the hitlist
If we ain't spoke in ages
Then
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils
of a thug
Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood
And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all

[EDI - Verse 6]
Every day I'm stuck
ain't no pin-ups with prenups ya keep what ya got
Cause if we split up we splittin by a half of the rocks
Cause you'll be lucky if ya leave with both
collar
Hollow point tips to the brain
Bug to the bang I'm stuck in this game
Can't get away cause I'm in too deep
Running the street with heats
Never nigga
the subject
Ok
(This bitch don't know about Pangaea, uhm)
Brain leave it alone
I'm starving, are you hungry by chance?
Oh my god I'm so hungry
Yes, do you
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils
lonely heartache
My heart bleeds - love me lady
Come, take a chance on love

Watch out - (it's) 5:30 in the morning,
Get out of bed and then I join
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate