Lyrics:
Where I can touch your face
And although the memory fades
In my heart the feeling grows
I have loved and lost
Though it hurts
It's better to have loved
In the small town where we're from
At the bar where we both fell in love
Now it's just me in here alone
I lost myself in the thick of it
Smoke n'
seven I got to get you on your knees
Dub my money on the Benz so I can fuck you with my T shit
Let these hoes tell it, and I'm the boss
I get in it
I wish I never even took her back to my flat
I've been cursed from my dick to the hearse
I can't think of nothing worse and it hurts
'Cos all this
old. What movie was he in?
I forget
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my
[uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all your friends [That's right]
money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli
From the corner of my eye
I see a pretty lady
And she's posing on the cover
Of a magazine
And although the magazine
It wasn't there to hurt
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud,
Let it hurt, run it through me.
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm
Yo, tell me what's your name, tell me what's your aim
Tell me when to stop and tell me when to go again
Tell me when it hurts, tell me when you feel
her be your meditation
Don't pray too long
Keep one open or she's good as gone
Did it hit where she aimed or where it hurt?
Did they wipe off that
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
Look! I coulda did it by myself (by myself)
Yeah I said it, so no I don't need ya help
Where was you
When I told you my life was a livin' hell
Just
you, don't want you to win
It's gon' hurt when you fuckin' her friend
You should ask her where she wanna cry
In a Lamb or up in a bed
Heard the feds
they did it first
And to this day, ya'll still searching for the words
My solitudes where I emerge
And I'm looking for a place to hurt
Solitude is where
I'm damaged
Still shocked by the way you vanished
The thoughts in my brain is hellish
I can tell by the way you're selfish
You're selfish
I just
hurt me harder than you did before
Where is that lost time machine?
Somehow we knew about this day
We must try and go within by the time we decide it´s
where I am
I'm on the lonely road, I can't get rid of this pain
I can't take it away and it's starting to get deadly
My heart is full of pain even
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
people around you, it gon' hurt they tummy to see these mills
Say he wanna get paid 'cause he ain't tell, these niggas want money to keep it real
Lot
know where every curve is
I think you reads my mind and so I'm feelin' nervous
I wanna tell you how I feel but that wouldn't help
It would only
I played along so long, how could I let myself go?
I Was so lost
Never should’ve had such high hopes
I could tell you where I’ve been, but I’ve done
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
Here comes the elegy
For all of our dreams
Here comes the part where you leave
Thought I'd have a kid by now
I thought I'd have a kid by now
I
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