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Matt Cab Other

s over (over), over (over), over (over) too late, baby (it's too late) wish we (wish we), could be but it's over (over), over (over), over (over) http://www.lyvido.com/matt-cab

Damn baby Just don't understand where we went wrong I gave you my heart I gave you my soul I gave you? As a matter of fact I was the one who said I

I don't care He's worth his weight in gold with that sexy stare I cant compare my man to another I'm a cab driver they're Danny Glover No other lover

the castket Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic 88 bars an running, throw it whith my other

Why son don't you know this here rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why there ain't a driver on this or any other line for that matter that's seen nothin

just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane it don't really matta

nuts next on my mission i dated a musician from Greenpoint, Brooklyn his clothing was all vintage-store hip he made me pick up our tab then borrowed money for a cab