Sometimes I wish I could go back in life, not to change things but just to feel things twice
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
You a star in my eyes. You and all them white girls, Party of Five
May your neighbors respect you, trouble neglect you, angels protect you and heaven accept you
I'm urgin all daughters to kiss their mothers with those lips that all that lipstick covers. You never too grown up to miss and hug her.
Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from