Young And Carefree - Lyrics - Save Your Kisses - Natasha Thomas

Title: Young And Carefree
Album: Save Your Kisses
Artist: Natasha Thomas
Composer(s): Janus Bosen Barnewitz, Thomas Sardorf

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Lyric:
La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree

I don't wanna worry too much about my life
We don't wanna hurry, no rush now, we're alright
Me and my friends got plenty of time
Before we have to make up our minds

Don't know what we wanna be, la di da di da da dah
Everybody sing with me, we're young and carefree
Only living for today, la di da di da da dah
Tomorrow seems so far away, we're young and carefree

La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree

I don't wanna worry too much about my life
I just wanna sit here with you now by my side
I don't wanna talk or do anything
Let's just kick back and enjoy what life brings
What life brings, yeah

Don't know what we wanna be, la di da di da da dah
Everybody sing with me, we're young and carefree
Only living for today, la di da di da da dah
Tomorrow seems so far away, we're young and carefree

La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree
La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree

We don't know what the future holds for us
If it's good or bad, it's too much
So we're just taking it one day at a time
So far it's worked out fine

Don't know what we wanna be, la di da di da da dah
Everybody sing with me, we're young and carefree
Only living for today, la di da di da da dah
Tomorrow seems so far away, we're young and carefree

Don't know what we wanna be, la di da di da da dah
Everybody sing with me, we're young and carefree
Only living for today, la di da di da da dah
Tomorrow seems so far away, we're young and carefree

La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree
La di da di da di da, la di da di da da dah
La di da di da di da, young and carefree

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Ballad Of Nice & Easy - Lyrics - In Our Gun - Gomez

Title: Ballad Of Nice & Easy
Album: In Our Gun
Artist: Gomez
Composer(s): Ben Ottewell, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Ian Thomas Ball, Thomas William Gray

Lyric:
And so we ride on
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree
We're coming along
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree

Two of these kids grew up on the same street
And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes
They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces
Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die

And so we ride on
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree
We're coming along
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree

'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty
Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives
But sooner or later there's an end to this candle
We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the light

So we ride on
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree
We're coming along
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree

And so we ride on
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree
We're coming along
The ballad of nice and easy
Young and carefree

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Carefree - Lyrics - The Refreshments

Title: Carefree
Artist: The Refreshments
Composer(s): Brian Blush, Roger Clyne, Paul H. Naffah, Arthur Buddy Edwards

Lyric:
Don't mean no harm, no 'cause for alarm
My hands are tied behind me
It is well known the way you've grown
So come sit down beside me
Well if I told you once, I told you once
And once is all that you needed

So just lend an ear
That's you got to hear

Well I can take care of everything
And I can pick for you the songs that you sing
And the sights that you see
Now don't mind me I'm carefree

"Calm down" she said lie back your head
Your voice is sounding hysterical
Your face is red and you reasoning dead
When you tell nonsensical hey now you listen here
Let me make myself clear
You're not the first to get physical

Just take your pill
And you might feel a chill

Well I can take care of everything
And I can pick for you the songs that you sing
And the sights that you see
Now don't mind me I'm carefree

Well I will always keep the upper hand
And I can change your angry young man
To a fashion show with brand name clothes
I'm carefree, yeah

Well I can take care of everything
And I can pick for you the songs that you sing
And the sights that you see
Now don't mind me I'm carefree

Well I will always keep the upper hand
And I can change your angry young man
To a fashion show with brand name clothes
I'm carefree, yeah

Well I can take care of everything
And I can pick for you the songs that you sing
And the sights that you see
Now don't mind me I'm carefree, yeah, yeah

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Young And Foolish - Lyrics - Dean Martin

Title: Young And Foolish
Artist: Dean Martin
Composer(s): Arnold B. Horwitt, Albert Hague

Lyric:
Young and foolish
Why is it wrong to be
Young and foolish?
We haven't long to be

Soon enough the carefree days
The sunlit days go by
Soon enough
The bluebird has to fly

We were foolish
One day, we fell in love
Now we wonder
What were we dreamin' of

Smiling in the sunlight
Laughin' in the rain
I wish that we were
Young and foolish again

Smiling in the sunlight
Laughing in the rain
I wish that we were
Young and foolish again

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Breakthrough - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: Breakthrough
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): James T Smith, Bobby Erving

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Lyric:
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame

Movies, records, goin' on tour
Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor
Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill
Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill
See, I fought with the devil, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' all the way to the top
It's harder harder than hard all the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred

See the problem is you want what another man has
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
'Cuz when you're rich you got friends but when you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul
Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old
Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
Why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?

Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
You'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face

I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead
I'ma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
Lead you to that ticket line
So you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung

Not that I killed him, it's just he didn't wanna trust
The words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear 'cause the words are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
'Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right

E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck
If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
L.L. Cool J is on the microphone
Tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
'Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no special effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens

'Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
Like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, tellin' the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans
All you petty MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk

Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly girl's desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I rock in the park
And I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the baddest around

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Veronica - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Veronica
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well, I used to know a girl and I could have sworn
That her name was Veronica

Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure
If her name is Veronica

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those
Who shout her name and steal her clothes
Veronica, Veronica

Did the days drag by? Did the favors wane?
Did he roam down the town all the while?
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica?

Well, it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica

On the 'Empress of India'
And as she closed her eyes upon the world
And picked upon the bones of last weeks news
She spoke his name out loud again

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those
Who shout her name and steal her clothes
Veronica, Veronica

Veronica sits in her favorite chair
She sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will

But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
With devilish look in her eye
Saying, "You can call me anything you like
But my name is Veronica"

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those
Who shout her name and steal her clothes
Veronica, Veronica, oh, Veronica

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Hell 4 A Hustler - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Hell 4 A Hustler
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray

Huh, increase the doses, bustin' whoever closest
Thug livin', Hell or prison, never losin' my focus
I'm makin' money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin'
Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh till I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not the life for me
Livin' carefree, till I'm buried and if they dare me

I'm bustin' on niggaz until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watchin' over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin' dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin' if this game'll last, feelin' ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the Devil, am I sellin' my soul?
Got tired of small time livin', niggaz tellin' me no
I got mine, fuck them other suckers that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it Hell for us

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
If I fail, then I suffer, bein' broke is hell 4 a hustler
So I stay strugglin' and jugglin' with all the might I can muster
Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
One's five's and ten's was funny money
So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo'
Real nigga fo' sho', out in the cold for dough
What you thought? All for lost homies in plenty battles
Last two years shed plenty tears and I'll send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin' you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot we on the same shit that got us here

Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block duckin' charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
Listen tho' I'm missin' dough I gotta gather mo'
Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son
Dyin' luck none supply us with much guns
I buck one, just to let you know that I can touch ya
Slangin' cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn
Sensimilla bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin' like they caught the holy ghost when I approach 'em
Try to politic, before I smoke 'em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the mornin'

And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin' close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either Heaven or jail, it's still Hell 4 a hustler

Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler
Lord, help me change my ways
Show a little mercy on Judgment day
It ain't me, I was raised this way
I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler

This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild till they all die
This is how we ride not knowin' if we'll live or die
Catch me rollin' with my motherfuckin' guns on the side
In case of drama, I'm the first to break wild until they all die, outlaw
Yes, change my ways yes, the Black Jesuz guide us through this
Weary weary weary weary only God can save us
Nuttin' but boss players Outlawz and thugs

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There U Go - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: There U Go
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kotari Cox, Yafu Fula, Malcolm Greenridge, Johnny Jackson, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
There you go
Actin' like a hoe
I don't know why I be fuckin' witchu

Was it the liquor, that makes me act blind
Times that I'm with her
Anonymous pictures of other niggaz tryin' to kiss her
Will I love her or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Tryin' to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'Cause so much bullshit your girlfriends keep tellin' me

I'm on tour but now my bedroom's an open door
So it got me thinkin', what am I tryin' for?
When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil', trick on a mission tryin' to get in my P's
Me and my niggaz is thug niggaz, former known drug dealers
We don't love bitches and believe, they don't love niggaz
I gotta blame my attraction but you became a distraction
A threat to my paper stackin'
I thought you changed but now I know
Can't turn a hoe into a housewife, baby, and there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

These silly bitches got this game twisted
So I don't claim 'em, just bang 'em
Papa raised a player, so player, I play 'em
I got hoes that got more hoes than me
So how I look, gettin' hooked, like I ain't got G
Truly cutie booty big, but that ain't enough
And the head make me beg, still that just ain't enough
When I don't trust her, the bitch be lyin' too much
When she be dyin' to fuck me you be buyin' her stuff

See girlfriend I know, your whole M.O's preoccupied with mostly
Gettin' clown after clown, town coast to coast see
I been tryin' to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim, straight through them spandex, don't front
Just name, spots on yo' body for me to touch while you clutch this game
I keep flowin' like H2O it ain't nuthin' for me to say
Why you keep actin' like a hoe? But there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

Uhh, when I first met her I told her I was busy all the time
Now she, callin' me flippin' like she miss me all the time
How she, don't even trip she got a man at home
You need to stop chasin' dick bitch and raise your son
I'm like, damn, we can creep sometime
And you know I'm on the road for like weeks at a time
Girl you're thirsty and stop callin' while I'm workin' you hurtin' me
All this bullshit is irkin' me girl but there you go

I blame it on yo' momma, she need to holla at you
But should I blame it on yo' daddy for all the things that you do
'Cause there you go, just like a hoe, caught in the streets
Like givin' yo' number out to every nigga you meet
I'm tired of the games you playin', so stop playin'
You hear what I'm sayin', you only good for parlayin
I'm layin' down the rules, this a game that you lose
So the streets can have you baby 'cause I stay on the move
There you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

There you go baby girl, that's the story
There you motherfuckin' go
I coulda swore you told me you was gon' change
And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
You was gon' stay home and try to chill
What happened baby?
Oh, so yo' friend wanted to go out

That wasn't you that went out
You was just goin' out 'cause yo' friend was
Okay, so you was pissy drunk up in that nigga car
'Cause yo' friend wanted to get drunk?
It's all good, there you go baby
Oh I ain't trippin' on them niggaz callin' the house
It's all good, 'cause there you go
Me I'ma still be a player, all day baby
So uhh, there you go

There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
There you there you go, actin' like a hoe
Actin' like a hoe, actin' like a hoe
Hoe, see the word on the streets you're
Hoe, just a groupie on a world tour
Hoe, now I found out for myself you're
Hoe, girl you need to check yourself

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Green Grass - Lyrics - Gary Lewis And The Playboys

Title: Green Grass
Artist: Gary Lewis And The Playboys
Composer(s): Roger Greenaway, Roger Cook

Lyric:
Green grass 'round my window
Young leaves that the wind blows
Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine
And we're glad, my little love and I
Now that summertime is nigh

Carefree kissin' couples
Dream away all their troubles
'Cause it's springtime, golden sunshine
While the bluebirds sing their magic song
We will love the summer long

All the winter we've been waitin'
Girl and I anticipatin'
What we're gonna do with summer overdue

Now it's here, we're out together
So the weatherman had better
Do his best to make a show
And bring the sunshine out to grow the

Green grass 'round my window
Young leaves that the wind blows
Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine
While the bluebirds sing their magic song
We will love the summer long

We will love the summer long
We will love the summer long
We will love the summer long
...

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Stranger In The House - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Stranger In The House
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
This never was one of the great romances
But I thought you'd always have those young girl's eyes
But now they look in tired and bitter glances
At the ghost of a man who walks 'round in my disguise

I get the feeling that I don't belong here
But there's no welcome in the window anyway
And I look down for a number on my keychain
'Cause it feels more like a hotel everyday

There's a stranger in the house, nobody's seen his face
But everybody says he's taken my place
There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see
But everybody says he looks like me

And now you say you've got no expectations
But I know you also miss those carefree days
And for all the angry words that passed between us
You still don't understand me when I say

There's a stranger in the house, nobody's seen his face
But everybody says he's taken my place
There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see
But everybody says he looks like me

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2nd Childhood - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: 2nd Childhood
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Nasir Jones, Peabo Bryson

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Lyric:
"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be"
"Nas "

Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin
Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin
Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood

"Cause when I flow the for the street " - " who else could it be"
"N-A-S" - "Nas "
"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed " - "Queensbridge"
"Make everything right " - "Get yours, nigga"

Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's
In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
With young dudes it's them he wanna be like
It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
31 And can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood

Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late
Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations
Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well
Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay workin, mad purty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin she the same person, never matures
All her friends married doin well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood

"Who else could it be " - "N-A-S" - "Nas "

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