what might have been 'Cause that was then and we have taken different roads We can't go back again there's no use giving in And there's no way to know what might have been
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's a motherfuckin liar Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner Junkster, I've been sellin cock since you was playin pop wanna Little, I'm on
my money all ???? (swole) Price tag on your head cause I'm filthy So watch what you say, you don't want to get 50 (bop, bop) Cause I might be a little
Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo, the locos in Austin Texas
been hearin' a little of this an' that About you havin' some kind of a panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? An' when you have one, what the fuck do you
When I was seventeen I asked my daddy What does it take to be a man He said sit down son Let's have a little talk I'll try and make you understand Then
change SONG: Only a Good Woman When I was seventeen I asked my daddy What does it take to be a man And he said sit down son Let's have a little talk I
imagine What might have happened If I hadn't been so young and naive If I could go back somehow With what I know now I can almost see what might've been
. Used to transport pounds of refer back from Texas twice a week; police pulled her over, she been locked up since 2003. She coulda been a supermodel,
always been groups of people That never could see eye to eye And I always thought if they ever had A chance to sit down and talk face to face They might
wild like Jake: Haven't you heard what I'm saying? I am in love with you Violet: Oh, Jake Oh no I never thought Never felt Jake: What I felt? Violet
no conditions Get a little outta line I ain't gonna act politically correct I only wanna have a good time BRIDGE: The best thing about being a woman
hell Punk police cowboy from Texas Talkin some shit bout servin breakfast It's 5:15, he must be psycho Or just plain stupid for thinkin I might go I cussed
a little hash in it Spread my wings, if only I could fly Why fight to live homie if we livin to die [Styles P:] I don't give a fuck what many men wish
been groups of people that could never see eye to eye... an' I always thought if they'd get the chance to sit down and talk face to face they might realize
imagine What might of happened If I hadn't been so young and naive If I could go back somehow With what I know now I can almost see what might've been
work I might sell X, I might sell drank Might cash a check, go 'head to the bank Cash what the profit, no I can't stop it Might hit a switch, hell yeah