Picture me rollin
don't be hatin'
don't hate the player
hate the game
I'm pumpin' gas in my car, and you walk up to me and ask for a "square". I say, I don't have a square man. You say, c'mon, give me a square. I say... I don't have one.
Your boy walks up from the phone booth, points a gun to my head.
You rob me. Take my watch, my chain, my wallet, my bracelet.
Your boy doesn't pull the trigger.
You both run into the alley and disappear.
I look at the gas station attendant. He saw the whole thing, and didn't even get on the phone to call the police. I look at him, and he just shrugs his shoulders as if to say... oh well.
So where are you now 15 years later? Are you in jail or are you dead?
I really don't give a fuck. Thanks for not pulling the trigger homes.
strangers in the night. exchanging glances, wondering in the night. what were the chances? we'd be sharing love, before the night was through. Something in your eyes, was so inviting. something in your smile was so exciting. Something in my heart told me I must have you. Strangers in the night, two lonely people we were strangers in the night.
Slip inside the eye of your mind. Don't know you might find, a better place to play? You say that you'd never been, but all the things that you've seen will slowly fade away. So i start a revolution from my bed. Cause you said the brains i had went to my head, step outside summertimes in bloom. Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face. You aint ever gunna burn my heart out.
just something about you, the way i'm looking at you, the way you looking at me, getting scared now. right? feel me baby, it's just justin. I kind of noticed something one night. in your colorful face. it's kind of weird to since you're so find. if it's up to me your face will change. if you smile then that should set the tone. and if you let go the music should move your bones.
I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heart. There's a chance we can make it now, We can rock it till the sun goes down.
well imma state my name, swift mcveigh. none of yall niggas got shit to say, rhymes keep coming off like a toupe. plus i'm a big hitter running things my way. a selfish man, the back of the hand, slappin the hell out of ho's cause i can. prostitute i want my lute, and i don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and, ya'll given niggas what they need and, tell bitches understand i'm mean. swift mcveigh is blowin up, courviosier till i'm throwin up. wanna player hate me? bitch so what. what's your function? where's your bucks? all you wanna do is wanna stick him up, wanna rob me but i got too much.
dear i fear, we're facing a problem. you love me no longer, i know and. lately there is nothing that i could do, to make you do. momma tells me i shouldn't bother, that i ought just stick to another man, a man that surely deserves me... but i think you do. So i cried, and i prayed, and i begged.
