the shelf Lots of broken hearts to repair So I learned to confide in myself No rhyme, no reason, no place to hide to try and escape the pain inside NO LOVE LOST
And how when he coming home he ride for me See that used to be me so I feel him I got love Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul Round
it better My young soldier, you ain't no dumb soldier Keep your mind on your dream and you a pro soldier Hey yo, I spit, rip for Pac and Yak, I love
, I gotta big ol' Lac a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with a 5th in the back and Im feelin so true got much love for my nigga named
Im very positive That's why im on this track wit PRo because im supposed to give So potent portions of potion proportion into postin kids Of pain and suffering Whos dad has never loved
? him won't make it go away, no It's only gon' bring more pain Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife To have, to hold, to love and cherish but Death
between shows People say im emo what that really mean though Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so I lost loved ones because they
just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
love me, love me, love me I'm a liberal Love me, love me, love me, love me (Repeat) Take me, take me, seriously, love me, love me, love me, love me Love
each other's arms And you're gone And you're gone They say that it's better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all But if you sit down
the bottles of pain Iced the chain and all the followers came They tried to throw me off track but I caught that They thought I lost that but I'm continuing
lost to him, he went right through 'em Division, county, state, that's three, count 'em Championships for a small town bro That's bound to go pro {He
knees into the floor And take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
say I'm emo what that really mean though Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so I've lost loved ones because they couldn't deal
in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures Time's our only shackle You lost that love I feel
knees into the floor -- and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain
