I will regret the decisions I have made. You always said I could be anything I wanted, But now I've grown up And it seems your mind has changed. Driving
don't come back, unless you learn somethin' And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from? Your hair done, your nails did, your ass fat,
Take your time, take your time Take your time, take your time Take your time, take your time Take your time, take your time Take your time, take your
for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god [Common] {hey girl, come on over here, check it out) Make your next move your
t come back, unless you learn some And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from? Your hair done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you're
audience We're gonna be the superstars, we'll be performing for all of 'em You gonna scream my name and I'll put your name in the lights I'm a change your
boat I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it Change my name for me (Mmm, P-P-Petey Pablo) Bob your head, get your thang off, show yourself
future ain't promised So save that drama for your mama And make sure you're out of my path when I'm on the creep tip Or have your first name changed to
read your mind, read your mind, Professor X We can press rewind, press rewind, VHS Speaking of the past, it's so futuristic behind ya Let me fill up your
realize. There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans." Even if we don't look back again "Looking for your daughters, and your lottery
I can read your mind, read your mind, Professor X we can press rewind, press rewind, VHS speaking of the past, its so futuristic behind ya let me fill up your
, in the drive through (She's saying) Boy, I bet you don't even remember me, I'm thinking Who in the hell could forget about you She said, she came here
) Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around the corner, get your blast on You gonna
danger sign, I held on to you tight Just like the grapes cling to the vine I was only seventeen, a virgin to your love A stranger to your dreams You
My indecision is causing me pain It's hard to conceal it and it's harder to name But before I leave for work here's some words that might hurt But it'
drive me crazy Let me be your sugar daddy Looked into my eyes, I was convinced That he's real, real Girlfriend, never had a boyfriend Looked to be your
up that social ladder Still care about your hair and the car you drive Doesn't matter if you're sixty or thirty-five Reese Witherspoon, she's the prom
