and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get
all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get
't ever loose the faith and don't fall under In a world that seems to get colder & colder Don't you worry cuz My love will only get stronger & stronger
, than I am, than I am When you're out at night and you're in the streets And you have time to yourself Think of all the love that you get from me That
the balls and your shorts To leave them jaws on the floor with no remorse Remember that when they get to doggin' your boy homie So y'all can just get
tonight more than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... x 2 could God do me a favour? really use a favour can I get it tonight? (repeat once more) {
the box, all night long Just keep on going You've done good things for me Though I'm not an easy girl to please I'll never run out of faith in you, all
you do I tried to work it out, ain't no reason to no more Boy, that's why you out the door Packed yo bags now you out the door See you don't think,
Mya: Life is like a movie script, it changes everyday, Got to keep it moving, keep the haters away, And I'm confident, Imma keep the faith, And Imma stay
stars Check this out, I can heal your broken heart So don't be so fast to react so quick Or get all mad and try to scratch up my 6 Now, you know I get
ocean Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or
It's worth more than the parfect love words PRE CHORUS The perfect words written by your favorite singer The type of song that you turn into an ring tone I get
your gun Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? To death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get
wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways Time after time I know we tried but losing this life everyday And I don't wanna go out like that not me
me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin' to get it crackin'. I guess they figured they get away,
the future, young black entrepreneur And I'm out to get more, so baby open the door They gotta let me in, 'cause again and again I done said that I was gone get
' me I'm seein'/ Walkin' in the rain (Rain) buzzin' off the pain (Pain) Tryin' top get away, but know I really can't get out the game/ I got my problems