me, I'm the man of the hour. --Champagne, all around It's been so long since I've been alone? Sometimes, it gets me down. And you, You're pretty
shoved it in the closet Until the day word dripped out like leaky faucet Alberto was homosexual, I ain't had nothin against it But little Ronny Johnson and all
Except it was all deception And left them all unprotected It was a plan Ronnie had scammed To get him in the right place Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty
We got everybody up in the club, hands high goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh We got all of the pretty
been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex Peanut butter complex and some pretty
'll know it all, holy mountains fall And he says...one might make you you lazy 2 might make you crawl 3 might make you crazy And 4 ends it all I'd rather
hurt, the kind that scream my name Now what can I make of life when it all seems like a game? I've gotta tie up all my loose ends 'fore my skin turns
like romancin', I like rollin' with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscios is She watchin' that oxygen, I'm watchin' ESPN But when that show ends, she all
But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty
, first passionate kiss And there's Vada Can't admit her jealousy Of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty (and how she's so pretty) Lastly
with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscios is She watchin' that oxygen, I'm watchin' ESPN But when that show ends, she all in my skin lotion
ends and crashes well just say it isn't shit Don't say it was wack because you never really know we might just get back together You know all of our
I cannot explain it but somehow You are Somehow You are Peering out my window, feeling pretty small A perfect cosmic light show And I know You made it all It makes it all
stressin And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection but you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All
Chorus) Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife in life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course but it ends in Hollywood
reminder Of the day You discovered That even the softest words Can't heal the deepest wounds I pray That they find you And use the softest words
talk back to me all the time. They keep me true and pure. They make sure I'm still here. When I knew what I had to do I took all my notebooks, all my
then a lion ain't kno need in trying I live where the sky ends Yup! you kno this Never lying, truth teller that rihanna rain just won't let up, all black