Lyrics:
One man's tears stain the pillow
Where he used to lay his head
She's left him for another man
So how come they're both sleeping in his bed?
He
He'll tell you stories about his ex-lover
And how he lost her late last summer
Took a mill st glass home
Said that's where she stood
When the drunk
[Jamie Maddrox:]
Bitch I didn't even go to school
[Some bitch:]
No, I'm saying if you were to sit there it would of been the shit
Think you could
he's so sweet like Auntie Anne's
How could he ever write like that, I've never seen him lift his hand
Well look man there's a lot that you don't know
difficult to keep momentum
If it's you that you are following
Don't close doors, keep an escape clause
Because we might lose the Big Apple
But would I
the man five in five will tell you it's
Hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth
Why would they tell you?
And if they look at you
a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Get it by all on, seen me
How would you want some
Makin' some
tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes
and the environment around this artist
And he's like, like, he's like by himself in his own world and what not
He don't care about nobody around him
And that's what
to ride
She said I just can't believe someone would leave a man like you
You seem like a good one, in these days there are so few
Lord knows I've tried
shout
He did his best to head them and turn the herd about
His saddle horse did stumble and on him he did fall
He'll not see his Mother when the work's
a novel about us
She looked me dead in the eyes
And took me by the hand
Kissed me on the cheek an said baby I understand
You don't have to leave plus
uuhh erri erri
And as the Dolomite would say "Can you dig it man?"
What's up Damian Dame, Jermaine Jackson
Hello out to L.A., Face and Pebbles
DeRock
man you see look like me?
I'm sooooore displeased
Since that time I changed my mind
About the things I'm up to
Yet the things around me stay
Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes
Not my brand, you understand
Sometimes the girl forgets
She forgets to hide them
I know who left
Summer chased by Autumn
Autumn chased by Winter
Season cycle go from death to life
Winter chased by Springtime
Bring a harvest or a man his wife
Talk to God about me
How you feel about me
Look Him in His eyes
Ask Him why I'm fly
Talk to God about me
How you feel inside
Let him confirm
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
immediately intrigued by him
It's almost like I knew this man from another life
Like back then maybe I was his husband, maybe he was my wife
And even
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
about me in the tabloids, oh, but I would never ever care
Man I wish I was hot like a pop star,
Then I could get famous and lose it all,
They'd write
ooh yeah
I can't get her off my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind of thing with you
Monday
Took her for
Killing one another for nothing
Man most of these people is bluffing
Acting like they got the world in they hand but really got nothing
Why you think
by twelve
Just as easily as you and I do by ten
Now if man had been born with six fingers on each hand
He'd probably count
One, two, three, four
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