house when there wasn't Trying to get to know homie just kill the charm You ain't interested in me you just tryna f-ck my mum We are the voices of our parents bad choices
All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up and I'mma send your ass to chill
can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know, I'll take you there I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing I have no choice, I hear your voice
it's 3 AM, and I saw you a while ago But I still had this aching pain to hear your voice To know you're there, I don't seem to have any choice Am I obsessed
quiet, I can't hear you And I love it when you make that noize, noize, noize Screamin' 'til you lose your voice, voice, voice This so good you ain't got no choice
deep into your ear My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam Flesh, denim and bone as you might have
fangs of venom Now I've been soldier for years, representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice, left in the bowels of devil With no voice
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
like it's going outta style you be like yeah yeah getting all loud fucking like we tryna have a child got you up against the headboard got your body screaming
Let it go, set it free Oh, I dreamed last night I was hearing, hearing your voice Why did you say those things That have left me, left me no choice?
some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch I hate niggas , but I love your mom give her a kiss for me, her second son get your mind right baby or get your
for this power divine? It's already in my changes And every time I hear your voice I realize I have a choice To live again, I deserve this choice, to
it's 3 AM And I saw you awhile ago But I still had this aching need to hear your voice To know your there I don't seem to have any choice Am I obsessed
dad, you made your choice Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us" That's what they want, they want you Marshall They keep screamin' your
them cowards? Why Aaliyah have to take that flight? Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari? Why he take that bike? Why they gotta open your package and read your
her way But that wild night, Chicago It left a mark she can't erase A phase you'll just get over That's what her friends have always said You dip your
silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb; I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want
