I'll show you new things. Get ready to feel my touch. You, you, you. Versus the truth. It's my curse. To live with this guilt. We are all so ugly, nothing
Any young man gonna make mistakes Till he hits the brakes My heart's on fire With a strange desire All those birds on the wire Are gonna say, I'm a liar But, we
So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living for, Pain
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, when you get hurt by the one you living
pain of my crews' treachery You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard
they party to But party on, party on, all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous, prom night, nigga I grow tired of these fuckin' grown-man liars
judge me, you stone me I can't help it if you are blind; you act like you own me I preach the same Christ, the same grace, the blood saves, abundantly above all that we
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
is forsaken, no one is a liar He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns We are singing
muscle through? And try to rearrange your stuff? But when the wounds are deep enough, And it's all that we can bear, We wrap ourselves in prayer. Because
us to break up, ba-by We should of never ever been together You tried to play me but baby I had enough So I'll be, movin' up [noreaga] You are leaving
flames are burning me in my bed But I just don't care We all go to sleep in the same place And in the morning hope that we're all the same We just sit
how you doin', Andy?) We 'bout to take it to the top Hit 'em, Reba [Kenan:] Haters in my face try to keep me down But you know we keep on shining (Here
More" Ringtone to your Cell ft. Drake [Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Ain?t nothing worse than the hurt we receive from
turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA) One letter short but still muthaf-ck the DA. We play by the rules
mean anything We belong in a movie Try to hold it together 'til our friends are gone We should swim in a fountain Do not want to disappoint anyone Now we