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I don't wanna love you
But I do
I don't wanna count the hours
'Til you're by my side
And I don't wanna get so jealous
I forget my pride
I don't want
Forget about the others
It's nice to be like this, cheek to cheek
In the old fashioned way
Hahaha, it's funny, but
I have the feeling that we dancing
his new allies,
He forget about school as tears came to his eyes...
And he sang "These are the days...These are the days...
These are the days we will
Time goes by and God know I try to carry on with life
Decide not to hide feelings inside, even though they hurt
Sometimes, I forget to remember you
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
smoking
Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by
got placards posters & stickers to
We got reggae music by Yabby You
We got redflags, blackflags and flag with stars
We got slogans painted on our
"And now, the wonderous world of.."
"Hey, come to Los Angeles!
You and your family can have peace and tranquility.
Enjoy the refinement.."
"Hey
miss you by your hair
Survival of the fittest
Hell for the three time losers
The prisoners of enemy maneuvers
Hold down the fort
Coz life is
about the world, baby, mile after mile.
We'll drive, all night long yeah, you want a ride?
No airplane, no ticket on a fast train,
All I wanted was
know I used to love you baby
But you're thinking way too fast
So forget about the future
And let's get on with the past
So they called a ?nited
can't get a word in edgewise
Now an old country boy just
Can't sit on the porch
And watch while the world passed by
No, he's got to be part
Of some
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
on the mic?
I think not, my paper make pen leave 'nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin' off slingshots
Talkin' shit about me when
watching others so hard
So much so you forgot to pray to the Lord
You're so fazed by the outside world
Don't forget your peace lives within
Butterfly,
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
you know that I love you
And day by day my love grows
Here's' where I stand, I gotta be your man
I don't care if we're from two different worlds
But
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you
asking about a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Don't it sometimes feel
As if the world is turned upside down.
We're all standing on our heads.
Tryin' to make the most of this,
Kinda makes
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