say I'm sorry, I wont ask why. I wont say, goodbye. Maybe I just, dont deserve you. Maybe I'm just, not good enough. Maybe I just, care too much. Maybe
whim. Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that's all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe's the exit
had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still
it - I heard ya But I never showed an emotion If I haven't ever said it, you got on my devotion When I fell hard you picked me up Maybe think about my
all chickens and for doers getting jealous Fail one bang 'em Rumble and all buggin' All different names but all the same buggin' Maybe you can take me out, yeah maybe not
) show me You've got to take my hand show me that you understand Feel me show-ooh me (Shaquille O' Neal) I took my time just to make sure my life
ending soon It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone But I hold on to secrets in white houses Maybe I'm a little bit over my head I come undone
I woulda hushed my mouth, gave my shit up, I woulda minded my own business, n not let things get fucked, Up, I woulda gone to church, maybe become a
a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not
earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful
The sun is comin' up over the hill... Or maybe it's not I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face That isn't the blood And my tears are turnin
The sun was comin' up over the hill Or maybe it's not, I can't even tell But there's a warmth on my face that isn't the blood And my tears are turnin'
took for granted- sneak away romances. Tonight's the last night, I can't go on like this. Got you crying on muh sleeve, trying to beg me not to leave
come to terms with you idiocy is education still overrated. Maybe I don't understand. My mom and dad have taught me well. Special class means easy pass, short on funds I finish last
matter this is more than love And maybe if I'm lucky, get to see you out the corner of yesterday was that you? Looked just like you Strange things my
speed of the ?cat? that scratched on my sofa And in the green room is emcees and in the kitchen is dirty dishes And my position: blurry vision And I'
of the graff writer thats crashed on my sofa and in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes and my postion is blurry vision and im
