How did we let this shit get complicated When all of this time we knew that we were wasting Well, why do I feel like I always fall through Sometimes I
We could have been perfect We could have been perfect We could of been perfect If you let it But you let it, let it go We could of been perfect If you
go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what 'Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures, look around As soon as you fall
got fellas on my left Hunnies on my right We put the two together we be bumpin all night And after the show its the (after party) And after the party
credits start to roll I thought maybe we were getting somewhere But we're still nowhere at all I watched your taillights fading I try but it still won't fall
paranoid delusions of a narcissist But they're together anyway and share their self obsessed reality We can't resist the paranoid delusions of a narcissist It doesn't matter anyway 'cause we
After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hit list How we twist shit, what change but the name? We
's whassup After bucks, crush cruise after us No gaze, we ain't laughin' much Nothin' but big thangs, check the hitlist How we twist shit, what change but the name? We
Ha, ha, ha, uh, yeah, yeah While we hit you with another one of them Old phenomenal shits Nineteen-ninety-six, that nigga comes through With another one
much I love you So why not me? The day after tomorrow I'll still be around To catch you when you fall and ever let you down You say that we're forever
don't mean too much to me I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away like it was yesterday And we could run away If we could
Which means we upgraded to Louis the thirteen (Hot tottie) Hot Tottie, her body like Cognac Her momma like herb tea We burned a couple of sacks And after
riles around like a bone lost deep inside See I'd like to fall in love but not that type of guy Ooh wee, you got my clouds on fire We're tight rope
my life Go away, go away You're a bad thing, miserable thing Like some childish demon Who takes pleasure from its sting You're a bad thing, bad thing, bad thing After
but you'll never understand this Try an' try but you'll never understand this The lifestyles of the rich and infamous Alright you got five minutes in store dude Then after
. I only cuddle your neck while you're giving me head. And that's all. And I told you we can fly and the ball. But I'm wrong. We can do it up and buy
stand up for him once Maybe you suckers are just hopin' that they fall off So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss That's what the matter with black people anyway We
nigga fall dead Dred, Jheri Curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand, divided we fall
