Lyrics:
These lames running game but you ain't wit it though
You searching for that good love they just typical
I see you counting on my loving like
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
baby stitch by stitch
Healing every wound baby stitch by stitch
Healing every wound baby stitch by stitch
Ohhhh
I'm just searching for my healer
Never
take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
JD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)
My niggas love
One side of the spectrum to another
How could there be love with out respect for one another?
Too nice to too evil and mean
Constantly searching for
a silent break
Will the sun ever rise again?
Without your love, where do I begin?
Haunted by a smile so bright
Lost in darkness, endless night
Searching for
been searching for love for a long time
And it feel like nobody want mine
Every time I give it away
I don't never get the same
All these bitches done
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
sweet love of mine
I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love?
Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up
I'd give it all up for us
sweet love of mine
I'm running out of time, where is my runaway love?
Searching low and high, know that I'm not giving up
I'd give it all up for us
are my Denali trucks
Knownin' that I'm surrounded by OG's
That I don't really get down with
They got a separate table for their freaks bought them
I think I hit me a lick
I'm working I'm working I'm working I'm working
I really think I'm the best
I'm searching I'm searching I'm searching I'm
to Manhattan
I got smoke all in my eyes
Shorty love my vibe
Cause my bitches get me high
I got Izzy he gone slide
For my demons ima ride
Demons on my side
Yea
learn
You're the only one I could call my own
But then the shadows fall and I'm gone again
I'm a hunter
Searching for love
On these lonely streets
Waiting for our time to come
Your love has kept my dream alive
A vision of my life
With you here by my side
Every forward step I take
Every
surface, get beneath the skin
Maybe I'm just searching for new complement
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time
in your life
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
Put your pride aside
Keep me in your life
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
Just Say you love
but fake friends
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Alright, close your eyes
Picking up cigarettes off the floor
I caught him begging please
To every car that's passing
By on Walnut and 15th
When the sun goes down at
Four
Strung along by a fiction
Read it in a magazine
Strung along by a fiction
From a movie screen
In Manhattan
You cannot have it all
Turn around for
Do you love me, hoe?
If I put a B in front of you
Be my buddy, hoe
Yeahh, I'm not him, I'm not simp
I'm a pimp, I walk with a limp, this ooohhh
went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
At a North Dakota
right stay awake through the night
Searching for the spotlight
I'm searching for the spotlight
I'm searching for the spotlight
Yeah spread my wings
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