we're not i know its all been said and done before i'm just another hopeless romantic i know its all been said and done before a heartbroken cliche
Something that's sealed with a kiss Let's hear it for big mistakes That you just couldn't resist Let's hear it for bucket seats Let's try it like this
makes you feel clever You kiss your enemies like you know you should Then you jerk your body like a horny pony would You jerk your body like a horny
Cause it's the chattanooga champ Takin' a train, takin' a train, takin' a train, takin' a train Now I'm somethin' like a phenomenon I'm somethin' like
caress on your hand And that kimono that I bought you on my trip to Japan Sunshine peekin' through the venitian blinds Four years, and like wine, you
, my mic leaks With raps, all over your head like Tweet Playing with yourself, thinking the game is just wealth Hot for a minute, watch your name just
don't be slipp'en any aces down there in between your knees. And don't make any of them funny signs like your trying to tip off your hand Just talk in
Rick Ross (Verse One): He not bigger than biggy, Bitch Ia??m bigger than you. Ita??s just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two. Gotta kick off your
light's out but I can see you glow Got my head up in the rafters, got me happy ever after Never felt this way before, ain't ? this way before I swear you hit me like
lunch and dinner no beginner To the criminal activity, fuck with them, they rushin' in Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just
Bow, bow, it's Shawn D Bow none better than me Bow your majesty Bow before he People say I'm chasing a dream Tell me how the fuck do you see what I see
Bow Bow, it's Shawn D Bow, none better than me Bow, your majesty Bow, before he People say I'm chasing a dream Tell me, how the fuck do you see what
memory, I bet you wont even remember me You'll be like, 'What's that chicks name again?" Like you ain't heard of me So just keep your head and just
think I rap? I do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack then I might too (Swift, chill) I just wanna get high like you And I don't
swing, you could never out me See, opinions are like rap careers: Everybody's got one And most of 'em out to zip, even less if it's a hot one Like the
over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it) They pissed off, like missing the toilet They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper Burned like
;beware of what you want...it might want you more! Ashes...my burned hut... But beautiful like cherries blooming from the hill One of my patients...just before he died And just before