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The Bridges Pieces

've done wrong I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me So if you want moral advice I suggest you just tuck it all away 'Cause my mood to burn bridges

Are all that's left at the scene of a crime Of a cold case love, uh oh oh ohhh Bridge: We lost our way Took this too far And I'll never find the pieces

, real ghetto story, hey) [Verse 1: Baby Cham] I remember those days when Hell was my home When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never

have a problem paying if you love the kids ballshit homie, in the beverly center with the 4 50 on me, i was holding the civic, east side, 400 strong over the bridge

I'm the king I'm the king of groove he's the king of groove (I cant't lose) (summon the royal brass) Everybody want a piece of the pie but they'll take

where the heart is but your heart had to roam Drifting over bridges never to return watching bridges burn You're driftwood floating underwater Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces

or three bomber than purple chronic in Phillies From the G4, to the limo, to the penthouse on South Beach Since I fucking keep my name out your mouth piece

make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin

with him. I know it goes with how it?s feeling. Oh Oh Oh. My foolish heart was broken when he left us in the cold. Now I?m left to fix the pieces. Oh