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Space Mix [The Ultimate Nonstop Mix]

Modern Talking

Alone

1999

Love is a lie
Love is a mess
Telling the secrets of loneliness
Our love survive
Our love survive
Letters are written
Words are spoken
Some hearts

bought shirt shoes tie and sweater,
expressed all her love in a 4 page letter
my god, ill never forget her
(so let em know)

[hook]

ain't sending no letters
Getting my cheese, don't fuck with my cheddar

Opps in the gutta, diggin on a rumor
Stay trynna eat on a whole nigga future
Lie

them phony lies 
Scream ya soul out 
Look me in the eyes
Tell me that you love him
Guess I'm a sucka for pain
Yes I'm a dummy 
Don't you lie to me, run

put out you took back
Then you announced another album
Then you announced 5 more
Just how much shit do you have
Tryna push a new sound
Telling people

learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album

food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full

If  bars is dead
Consider this the defibrillator
HipHop LIVES
If you thought it died, you a damn lie
Not as long as I'm living
And this just

I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned one of y'all

be out scoring
Told you I'm not one to be ignored
Thought I was talk till I dropped more
Now I'm creeping in your top 4's and I've got more for your

issue results from a test we wrote
On top of that dawg I'm old
I'm older than most kids in this class
When I get back home at about 4 O'clock 
I know

Like does he want the rump steak or the wagu 
Does he by 4 pairs or does he buy 2 
Does he say well done or say thank you 
Cause either way I know that

many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherfucker in my city
Did it by myself, fuck your crew fuck your committee
I don't care about

Four letters each
Two words
Love and hate could be the same when fake
When no one relates I write on this page
Six years never expected it to go this

ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

my future's damned
Ain't gon' lie deep down in me
I just wanted to smoke my dad
I remember one day, he came by the shack boozed up as hell and grabbed

a teen 
But one day I discovered music 
You're influenced by whatever you choose 
So many so called artists out there abuse it 
If you got a platform you

(III love you Jae)
(Four3va the fuckin' GOAT, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)

I'm on the eastside with my
Main vibe and main thing
I got my blick

hold on by a thread
I know that I'm dynamic like I'm known to get ahead
Of myself when I try not to fall apart
Kind of like the time I saw the ditch

god tier but did that since day one, 
Imma kill a nigga silently and put him rest, 
Send a letter to his momma baby mama she next, 
Let em know I'm

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as close as close can get before I gotta put a ring on you
Used to be on call for the full nights even if I'd be hanging out by you
But then it all fell