you walk out the door? don't you know you're what I live for, what I die for? too late to just let you go, I'm stuck here waiting for a word from you
walk out the door? don't you know you're what I live for, what I die for? too late to just let you go, I'm stuck here waiting for a word from you that
knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where I'm heading And I'
I love my baby, I love my baby So ready I love my baby, I love my baby Well, it's a new hit for the radio Just another jam for the dance floor I really
I thought you'd always be mine, mine For you, I would have done whatever And I just can't believe we're here together And I wanna play it cool, but I
rollin that body got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me some
right brush and I draw all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you accompish in a week is What I'm daily required I
lose you Because I never had you although I would be glad to I probably go and tattoo your name on my heart I swear, I start to think that I'm going
up I need guitar, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like that drum when it goes, boom tih-boom tih-boom Let's dance! What the weekend, what the night
? Should I give him a smile? Should I get up and leave? I know it's strange, I don't know what I'm thinking But is it wrong if I see him this weekend? I really hope I
I give him a smile? Should I get up and leave? I know it's strange, I don't what I'm thinking But is it wrong if I see him this weekend I really hope I
i get up and leave i know it's strange i don't know what i am thinking but is it wrong if i see him this weekend i really hope i can get him alone i just
friends be without y'all I been doin' it, coke I been movin' it Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it Keep confusin' this music shit, die for
fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry, bull's eye I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile What you think all the guns is for? What's up, niggas
explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger
I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you know But I do what I like and I happen to like Rock n' Roll an' I feel Sorry for anybody who only listens