on. Let's make love like we're not allowed to. Let's reclaim the innocence of losing innocence, of losing innocence. This is something I have to do This is, this
Such is the fate, whoa, of this misguided boy who gives and gives but never receives, Or so he thinks But really, what does he know? Lock and load,
I've given more than mine share. And I'm sorry for all the things that I've done to us. (I've more than given up) I keep on giving Everything is different
heart of this operation Let's paint this town red You can turn me into him Don't be shy You are the heart of this operation Let's paint this town red.
nervous stomach (lay by my side) Just toss your clothes at the ceiling Please dream of me while I sing you to sleep Well I'll string your name up in christmas lights on
You've got a minute I'm all ears baby Honestly, honesty is overrated Honestly, honesty is what I do best It's on I've been making some plans to say good riddance "Move on
them. You?ll regret this. Mark my words I?ll torch this to the ground, torch this to the ground Cause this town?s too small for the both of us. Hands
Whoa, no I swear I?ve always been like this. I swear I?ve always been like this. I swear I?ve always been like this. I swear I?ve always been like this
Ok now let's all pretend That we mean something too. I mean, if she only knew, whoa. Herself as much as she's convinced that she does, She'd probably
? But my standards are down baby and you're cute as a bee. If we keep on trying we can make this happen. Where the hell is your friend when I need her
Why are you so tired all the time? Don't you sleep anymore? You're slipping, I hate to see you like this, Get your head in the game. Tell me, tell me
doesn't recognize the face And this is not the first time 6 days straight without, without a call, His heart is legally dead And you are dumping dirt on
do it if I gotta The situation is serious and getting hotter You know what they say about those that slow on the trigger Less then a second too late
nigga (what y'all gonna do now?) I'm the wrong one to provoke And rattin on niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for
Feels Like Home). It's a trick. Too late. Martha Dumps the Devil (Bleeding All Over The Place). Meanwhile, Margaret, against her better judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero
ll do it if I gotta The situation is serious and getting hotter You know what they say about those that slow on the trigger Less then a second too late
in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little story, something for your ear Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere Except this ain't fiction, this is
I'm representin Real compton city g's on this one My nigga [? ? ] in the house We gon set it off like this (verse 1) Y'all niggas wanna toss on me Throw