me to confess I can't stop myself from thinking Its better to jump overboard before this ship starts sinking Would you please give me some air? And Let me breathe
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hurts me to confess I can't stop myself from thinking Its better to jump overboard before this ship starts sinking Would you please give me some air? And Let me breathe
Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Atlanta girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with their friends Girl, you got it, let
an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! (One more time) Let me
you right into gun point, you snitch Now I know your plans are rolling on me, late when I sleep Why don't we do this man to man? Let them bitch niggas
fire As pleasure will divide [divine] So close, so let your heart enter Succumb and let your heart enter this [so come, and let...] So close, and let
would reverse the- In print or in cursive They curse the name, or maybe call me Kane Lets have a 'toast for the douche bags' Then people wanna talk about me
The rope that's wrapped around me Is cutting through my skin And the doubts that have surrounded me Are finding their way in I keep it close to me, like
, you can call me here at home, if you want to, I'll be alone Don't you wanna know, don't you wanna be Someone who takes a chance on a fool like me Staring
your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, Ghetto Let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo' (Owww!) Don
me What is this? Can I live? Can I breath? Inhale exhale get off of me Give me privacy Can I leave? Can I breath? Inhale exhale get off of me What I
let me see your hands Wave em at the b-tches hating on you with their friends Girl you got it Let em know everything big Nails done hairs done, everything big And my NY girls let me
. Don't it? Me smokin' budda [budda, budda]. Come again, me smokin' budda [budda, budda]. Me roll, and then me pass the 'hudda to ya. Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let
you think a nigga bullshittin' Come fuck wit it, it's goin' down Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves I'm the poof in the booth,
Any rapper breathing is breathing 'cause we let 'em live I can tell you why these soft suckas mad at me They can see I got every kind of flags with me
breathing my last breath I'll be saying to myself Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends Then let's keep dancing Let
still wanting me, you're still hungering Are you still? You're still wanting me, you're still hungering Now the first kiss was the one that let me see
