I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad
My little girl Drive anywhere Do what you want I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There
I met a girl in a dream, she was seven feet high I said: whatcha' doing here acting so fly She ask me: I'm a Beautiful? i said: for sure. she give me
I feel so diffrent , I feel so new All I want to say the reason is you Take my pain away When you hold my hands Hold me close and I'm melting away
Thursday night, everything's fine Except you've got that look in your eye When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring You're thinking of something
I'd like to get more sleep But my mind just keeps me up I'd like to be able to write But I can't seem to find the words You could break my heart That
CHORUS Baby, now that I've found you I can't let you go I'll build my world around you I need you so Baby, even though you don't need me You don't need
Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around And then worst of all (worst of all) you never
Whoop, whoop, whoop Back Not a single bit Not a bit Taste it Face it, yeah Face it, yeah, yeah If you really got it You ride it and go Whoop, whoop If
Breaking my spirit with your every step expecting something I get... nothing your lies... ENOUGH your lies promises will come back to you your broken
So many words, so little truth, hate pumps through my scarred veins just barely healed. Torn apart...again. Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins solicit
I feel like I'm too hard to die, man I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to
Being that I'm real I feel you need a man in your life child Somebody black, bald headed, plus buck wild They call me Trick Daddy dollars A real woman
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch, gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga
Buddy Roe Freaky deaky, Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe J.T. Money Yeah, and that nigga, J.T. Motherfucker check it out See I'm a pimp, you
You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone
