brace myself 'cause I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse I hope that you see me 'cause I'm staring at you
s the way you look at me So keep looking at me I could just stare at you forever If forever you were staring at me If forever you were staring at me
're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun As you're staring at the sun When I ran
That is what I had intended, pretending to be drunk A little bit change in character, I'm pretending to be drunk You think I am weak and feeble, you think
Verse 1: Lord knows I'm guilty Of livin' my life Like there's always tomorrow For making things right But our days are numbered like the hairs on our
Bottles in the club Shawty wanna hump Ya know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps I get her on top, she drop it like it's hot And when I'm at the bottom
You took your dirty hand and squeezed my heart , laughed when I said let go Your grip got tighter then I decided I don't love you so I should have known
Well, I'm in another state, another state of mind I wish that I could be there right next to her This road leads to this, this one leads to that Her voice
[ Both ] Too used to that certain someone to offer my love to anyone new My excuse for not wanting no one too used to being with you [ Merle ] Some other
Credits: Newberry / Newberry I woke up this morning with the sun out shining in I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then I tripped on a cloud and
Reggie in full effect In fuckin' full effect Yeah, alright
My kid's daddy said that to my ex-fiance I ain't [unverified] her, she [unverified] beer bottles But he wasn't worried about it when I was [unverified
's tearing you apart You couldn't feel more cold inside your secret soul You never found no one you were staring at the sun Staring at the sun, staring at
it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd the room gets dark when the music gets loud the rudies want to groove but there's no room to move 'cause
've spent some time in Rome I know a lot of funny people In a lot of funny places But the Midwest is my home We've got to start respectin' this world
you And I've woke up some mornins and sworn off the drink At that I've done reasonably well I think But I haven't done well swearin' off you and me At
Bitch I am that tall nigga Dunk finna show you how to ball nigga Gansta where yo pistol at Soldier where yo missile at Real niggas dont do subliminal
This isn't my room but still I know where everything goes. Your shoes, buzzing toys, dirty clothes. I can clean for you. Spotless like a palace. Chains