Buyer Ni Buyer (feat. General Kanene) - Rich Bizzy

It's been a while since I burned incense I used my lighter for a pack of twenty I don't know where the fuck my bible went But I'm sure he'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I, I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're on your own all because it's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know it all So many restaurants in Beverly Hills My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four I came home through the window sill But I'm sure that she'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I,I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're on your own all because it's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all Let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're on your own all because it's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers shit, and maybe I know nothing at all

I guess I got what I prayed for Now you're in my bed I guess we look good on paper Thoughts run through my head I know you think you got me wrapped around your fingers And what's behind those cold dead eyes? A life lingers How 'bout if I look down? (My fault if I lay you down) You got it goin' too often (was it my fault? If I lay you down, just hop out, bitch) How 'bout if I lay down? (My fault, if I lay you down, just) Started for better (hop out, if I lay you down, was it my fault, bitch?) I guess I got what I prayed for Angels over head And yeah, it's not what I slaved for Worked myself to death I know you think you got me wrapped around your fingers And what's behind those cold dead eyes? A life lingers How 'bout if I look down? (My fault if I lay you down) You got it goin' too often (was it my fault? If I lay you down, just hop out, bitch) How 'bout if I lay down? (My fault, if I lay you down, just) Started for better (hop out, if I lay you down, was it my fault, bitch?) How 'bout if I look down? You got it goin' too often How 'bout if I lay down? Started for better I wouldn't change Oh, I wouldn't dare to change How I feel about you How I feel about it

How could you love me blind When I thought I was a navigator I thought I could read the signs You were sending the flares Red and gold everywhere I remember my hand Thinking I had a chance Reaching out for a dance In the fiery air Now I can't afford The cost of this living Your love was a luxury It took from me This poverty has made me so broken Tired of this loss Too heavy to mention Now I can't afford the cost of living If you don't pay me your attention I don't know what grows From these tears that hit the ground No shoulder to cry on No comfort in the sound Now I can't afford The cost of this living Your love was a luxury It took from me This poverty has made me so broken Tired of this loss Too heavy to mention Now I can't afford the cost of living If you don't pay me your attention