I'm about, to remove all of the doubt That's running through My head I wanna put my feet on west coast sand Have a drink with my best friends And talk
never be right here again So let's make the best of this one night Determined and sleep deprived we can Float right back here and sit And watch the cars go by
out on my own And help is on the way, they say To make this time well spent Oh no I'm not giving in So can we count it out loud, Calm my breathing down
got a grip and stabbed away At the backs that broke to help you from the start Was this harder than you expected Or did you just get too tired Of riding coat tails and getting
out, Or not stand up at all And fight Like you mean it and Mean what you say And tell me what does all of this Mean to you It's all fun and games So
This may be as good as it's gonna get At least until summer rolls around I'm just impaired at being patient And teaching my teeth to keep the words from
has come for things to change To live how you feel led And this is just ridiculous Woah oh But I'll be waiting patiently for this To turn out right And my
of my too often rambling tongue I could spend all night trying to make my hand write the words (Write the words) And for what it's worth I've been trying And
ill will and deceit You're such a mess And you can save face for someone else The truth's out so take the hint and stop the voice mails All the kids on
all over tonight I wear my heart on my sleeve You can see right through me like a ghost I just don't know when to quit and I can't get a grip On all
This is not the way I want to live my life But I can't see past all the mistakes I've made I want to make them right We can't turn back the clock we
can go And hold on tight Forget these past Mistakes and misread signs And hold on tight and try To see the life you have in front of your eyes And hold on
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
head off and throw it on a grill Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that this real
'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too If they don't kill me, they
holla at Had another bitch by the name of Pricilla You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla In my car, looking good like that Getting money,
old sinful desires that never satsify [Sin:] Aye come on KILL THAT! Look me in my face and tell me I'm a lie You ain't feeling chasing women, getting drunk, and getting
go head over heels for the whips And the chains, and the chips, and the range and the clips In the guns and the women and the fun living in cribs in the
