tryin'to get trough to you
You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image of your preeny self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo - Sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'm gonna make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
Clouds are various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick
Gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you gonna do
I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
You son of a gun
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image of your preeny self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo - Sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'm gonna make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
Clouds are various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Nick
Gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you gonna do
I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
You son of a gun
13 apr 2007
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- O 13 apr 2007 tryin'to get trough to you
- O 13 apr 2007 you're such a romantic hero
- O 06 apr 2007 keep going on, nomather the situation
- O 06 apr 2007 come over here and just make it right
- O 02 apr 2007 realized that i don't love u, not like i used to ( 2 )
- O 30 mrt 2007 completely messed up ( 1 )
- O 28 mrt 2007 is there such a thing called love? ( 1 )
- O 26 mrt 2007 by not showing it ur hurting it
- O 23 mrt 2007 Nothing is going right and everything is a mess
- O 21 mrt 2007 one day u will see i WAS made for you
- O 21 mrt 2007 It's not supposed to hurt this way ( 1 )
- O 20 mrt 2007 it hurts so much to love you the way i do...
- O 18 mrt 2007 the pieces don't fit anymore
- O 18 mrt 2007 wanna believe you when you tell me it will be okay ( 2 )
- O 17 mrt 2007 words won't do the deeds that have to be done