Lyrics:
Dial my heart
Just dial heart
Yeah, yeah
Can we talk it about, baby
Do you have the time?
I said, "Am I the only homeboy
That's on your mind?"
?Cause
Brain filled to the brim with confusing thoughts
Slim but won't touch food cause I'm choosing not
These hot lines come to my mind and bling
Truth
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
something
Oh boy
That's why I don't wanna rush it.
Chorus:
Don't talk,
Don't tell your friends, about us.
Don't talk or this all will end
I promise
Be
everything's starting to shift?
Suddenly it's all ok when you act like a bitch
Walkin' away i don't fuck with nobody like this
Talk about all of your problems
sticking to the code (what?)
I might pull up in a coupe
Make 'em take a photo
One thing about it, I'm the real nigga Logo
Holding down my niggas, keep
seemingly right up to par
If you talk it like you walk it won't you get inside my car
Quit acting brand new
I know you wanna fuck with a nigga
Understand you,
nigga, don't follow me
I got a side hoe, love to swallow me
Talk on the bro, you get turned to a enemy
Dodging them bullets it won't be the end of me
I see
chances of losing is slim.
Y'all talk that smack but copy-cat and do a movie like him.
Yes sir my mob got that goodie, as if my group had a kid.
We
nothing,
When it comes to the state of her brain with minimal function,
cnd the chances of her recovery was slim to none,
The way I see it, there's
your problems away with that Cheech and Chong
It's hard to take 'em head on
He mans up before the Lord
What about the brother that discovered that his
(ES): Michelle, why you gotta tell Mickey everything about us?
(Michelle): Cause I needed somebody to talk to.
(ES): But you're trying to make
to leave me alone
Stop ringing my phobile moan
Serious, it's getting on top
Jeez, can't even shop to the bops
I'm slim but I ain't got anorexia
I spit like
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
make it happen
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
That's the best way to keep everybody blind
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon'
that we know won't fix it
I'm hopeless
I talk to myself but my heart won't listen
Hopeless
Begging for the help that we know won't fix it
I'm
feelin' fine
With substance in an abundance
The juice is so divine
We scared by the shit
Then you died just like your love for swine
It all collide with
I couldn't have you fight for me
She talk about me like I'm crazy
Yeah I'm not right in the head
Keep that same energy what you said
Cause when
talk about you cant do those
Seen the signs knew it be like this
Don't ask how I feel about you
Cause I plead the fifth
8933 Always go be the crib
Ones I
it feels right
When I'm by your side
Now
I wanna know you better lemme take you out
Have you ever spent all night downtown?
I'm falling for your smile
you word to Soulja slim
Cap ass nigga you falsified
Aint about no action you don’t really live what you talk you just talk it live
And I’m off that Henn
I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that this
Bitch Please Shit Here Aint New To Me
Over Seas Water Still Blue To Me
100 Keys They Won't Have A Clue Its Me
I Walk Up Out The Airport Only Bad
old thing
And goes ahead and does it anyway
Write a letter to a magazine
Talk about it, talk about the dream
Of the future, looking much better
Wonder
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