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My mom and dem don't like ya, my friends all think you triflin,
but I don't feel quite like them, in fact I'm out to spite them,
the love we share is special, its on a whole
nother level, he's firm with me, he's gentle,
he's intimate, yet mental
But he's quick to flip,
he don't understand, street but sweet,
my kinda man, goes to church,
might be a thug, he breaks me off,
shows alot of love, disrespect,
he's off the heezy,
you don't want that, please believe me,
thats the only way he knows how to show me how much he cares.
This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers,
chasin that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month,
child support, all non-voting, newport smoking,
I still got love for ya'll and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller,
dry philly rollers, sitting on dubs, cristal poppin, loud talkin, frontin,
drunk in the club, live wit you mamma, always in drama,
I still got love for yall.
Somebody's always hatin, there always sittin around waitin,
til you make a new mistake and get sent back
upstate and so they can just say that "I told ya"
"Shoulda listened when I told ya",
So I'll cry on their shoulder,
They'll be so glad its over.
But he'quick to flip, he don't understand,
street but sweet, my kinda man, goes to church, might be a thug,
He breaks me off, shows alot of love,
disrespect, he's off the heezy, you don't want that,
you gotta believe me, thats the only
way he knows how to show me how much he cares.
This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers,
chasin that dough, bad baby daddies,
1st of the month, child support, all non-voting, newport smoking,
I still got love for yall and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller,
dry philly rollers, sittin on dubs, cristal poppin,
loud talkin, frontin, drunk in the club,
live wit yo mamma, always in drama, I still got love for yall...
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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