Lyrics:
reciting
That I've seen that movie too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting
reciting
That I've seen that movie too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting
(4, 3, 2, 2)
A-2 step, a-2 step (Remix!)
Now gonna and 2 step, (2 step) now gonna and 2 step (2 step)
Now gonna and 2 step, (2 step) now gonna and 2
(4, 3, 2, 2)
A-2 step, a-2 step (Remix!)
Now gonna and 2 step, (2 step) now gonna and 2 step (2 step)
Now gonna and 2 step, (2 step) now gonna and 2
it's the last
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff (jam)
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to
Jam
It ain't
It ain't too
blessed thing too much
It's a low-down life, but it ain't gonna pass me by
I don't care if the world don't ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother
plainly see
The pain is just too much for me
So I'll just leave and let you be
All alone with the future mister me
You'll be alone here with
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
it's the last
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff (jam)
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to
Jam
It ain't
It ain't too
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar
Your face said it was four O?clock
I closed my eyes and heard a shot
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar
Your face said it was four O'clock
I closed my eyes and heard a shot
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin,
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
Tossing and turning, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep
Five, four, three,
[Shaunta]
Yeah Shaunta, Shae Jones
Remix, yeah
I want me a bad boy
I need me a bad boy
Gotta have me a bad boy
Would you be my bad boy?
many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is the land of confusion?
This is the world we live in
the other cheek now
Would that be, would that be too much fun for them?
Look who's talking
Guilty feet nowâ?¦
Well let me tell you people
It's
glasses in a twin-sized bed
And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You taught me 'bout your past, thinkin' your future was me
the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go 'round
Tell me why this is a land of confusion?
This is the world
the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go 'round
Tell me why this is a land of confusion?
This is the world
And this is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is a land of confusion
Ah Ah
into that situation
I'm too young, not ready yet
I got so much to do
Got to take it step-by-step
It's best for me and you
It's up to us
Not to jump into
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