Alone pt 2

Left broken empty in despair Wanna breath can't find air Thought you were sent from up above But you and me never had love So much more I have to say Help me find a way And I wonder if you know How it really feels To be left outside alone When it's cold out here Well maybe you should know Just how it feels To be left outside alone To be left outside alone I tell ya. All my life I've been waiting For you to bring a fairytale my way Been living in a fantasy without meaning It's not okay I don't feel safe Why do you play me like a game? Always someone else to blame Careless, helpless little man Someday you might understand There's so much more to say Oh help me find a way And I wonder if you know How it really feels To be left outside alone When it's cold out here Well maybe you should know Just how it feels To be left outside alone To be left outside alone All my life I've been waiting For you to bring a fairytale my way Been living in a fantasy without meaning It's not okay I don't feel safe Ohh yeah yeah And I wonder if you know How it really feels To be left outside alone When it's cold out here Well maybe you should know Just how it feels To be left outside alone To be left outside alone, alone I tell ya All my life I've been waiting For you to bring a fairytale my way Been living in a fantasy without meaning It's not okay I don't feel safe I need to pray Oh yeah yeah Pray

Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa I be like move, get out the way 'Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay And it's two clips, I get out the play For a few chips, I get out an' spray It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps The difference in our crimes, your's attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one Now I know a lotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child, it's a done D I come to ya block, stop and style, one V Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee No rubber sold, hardwood bastard Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda The dudes with the Q's be proper Uzi pop your news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a bitch, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah Santana, Zeek the koofie popper We the movie Shottas But it's really rude boys and rosters With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like Tony and Chachi I stay lonely and cocky Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get, I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em Killa, talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, woah Fuck with us? No, no, no Get ya head bust, get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah Fuck with us? No, no, no Get ya head bust, get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust Yo, uh, leave me alone Let me just live my life, killa I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski I style on New York, pile up my fork Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors But I don't say, "Feed Me Seymour" I say, "Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor" Epic, they used to feed me detours Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 The way I blow up, the VS just soars You GS3? I'm GS4 You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war Lay ya ass down on God's green floor We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it thoough I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco' And ya section know when any day Techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe Killa, uh, dipset bitch Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa Fuck with us? No, no, no Get ya head bust, get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa Fuck with us? No, no, no Get ya head bust, get ya head bust Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust