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the sand
Just to stand
By your side

I love ya style, life is wild
And there it goes
I walked a mile just to smile
On scary Slopes
Cupid Chris Kyle on dial

Say What

28 Days

Garage Days

2003

we're rocking
And we're motivated by something they could never hope to understand
Jedi Master is the man

Say what?

It's like a TV show, here we

Chris and .45s they sing like Drake yeah
I’m just cruising by, doin Just Me
You can’t hang with us if you can’t trust me
I be drenched out they say that

Little toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums, coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think

I wanna go to Heaven
If Jesus is all I see (ever see)

If the angel's horn were an old kazoo
If the city four square was a two by two
If my mansion

father left me
Causing a riot at my crib cause I felt abandoned
For seven dry tears inside my mind was only camping
I never knew what my mother meant by

like a vet
It might rain throwin' all of these racks
It's light change throw it all in the tech
She seeing green now she callin' for sex
We NSYNC baby

the homies getting Two Fifty
NSYNC how these white boys move me
Cruise with me
That's my team, they win and lose with me
It's white tees, Nike sweat pants,

us, y'all just in, N'sync and Bieber
What I'm thinking syncing, I'm up, what I'm inking, sleeper
Outstanding at the clubs looking like we buy the drinks

night, kick, push, gotta skate
Tony Hawk 900, Big time young stunner
All this ice, kid chill, might freeze by summer
All this money in the way, NSYNC like

into my plans
No sea saw shit
Sun kissed since you got tanned
I keep yo secrets locked
Blew by green tea empty bottles
TI quilla bring them lips
Flawed

Droppin' f-bombs like a guest on Howard Stern
Since NSYNC broke up, I figured it's our turn
Gonna hit it from the back, like I fucked up a power turn
You

Hot

No Secrets

No Secrets

2002

to Cali,
Oh we're cutting trips in the valley,
Everywhere we go,
You know we're gonna roll,
With ah top down,
Cruzin' nice and slow,
We got Nsync

Liberty

Masterminds

The Underground Railroad

2000

back for the street boys, I gut off the street noise
By breaking their necks on the floor like a be	-boy
Then destroyed the whole program
Had a vision

NSYNC
En klippt ord upp
Censur svordom
Tacklar trakten efter tacklor
Brickor på brickor
Frukost boom boom sen bebem siffror
Kassören skriver lapp till

Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes

just can't deny
that I'm living a broken life.

Written by Chris Hutton,
Vocals and keyboards/synths performed by Chris Hutton, guitars performed by

last Saturday hit Ruth Chris, and both us ate T-Bone Steaks, okay
No I can't do shit with a QP, I need a full plate
Bro call my phone, say i'll make

Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing

His name was Sonny- Least that’s what he was called by his buddies
He wanted to find a way to get paid and make crazy money
He had a pretty face

Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He

Hey Chris, I'm talking to you while I'm drivin'
Cause somehow I'm still around
Somehow another year down

Hey Chris, I listen to you while I'm

somebody a coughin ugh
Cuz I'll pull out my shit and spit rounds at these suckaz
Sick with this switchblade it's Chris Wade motherfuckers yeh 
Ima show them

Cause all my niggas blessed all my niggas blessed 
I don't want it if it to easy 
Only give em truth so they believe me 
Dance through the hate Chris