You Don't Care, About me, Anymore, Thats why you, you wanna break my heart, Into pieces on the floor. If you don't care, About me, Anymore, why do you
show Never worry that is the way that I roll I'm a bad man, what is it let me say again You can try copy like a slave to a trend Nothing they can say and
Sweet sensation I am a man with a heavy heart And I dent onto the pages Writing with automatic self destruction I- It's a blind faith A cruel waste
love to me Just drop me a line And tell me where you'll be I'll be right here If you can find the time Just be sincere Cause I don't have the time And
When my mind stops thinking My eyes stop blinking I hope Somebody's there And my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air I hope somebody cares When the blood dries in my veins and
, mama They're playin' ur favorite song Turn it On Hey! Oh, Turn it On Hey! (x2) Four of records Nothing's solved Turn it up and loud on Tell off bills
bedroom council flat , the father beats her, but as the time past he disappeared. Six months later and he's back on the scene, He's lost his job and and
has come, find it and return to the One Abandon the flesh, self-interest, Broadway to death Pride and the greed, hide and subdividing the seed The knowledge of good and
bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull their cameras out and
banks man And I don't mean Phil, Carlton, Hilary or Ashley. Papz (paparazzi) see me up in the vicinity and flash me I'm the definition of definitive and
putting down right here is How it is and how it could be Reflection Eternal for real And with that These cats is no match Plus they lack a certain knack for rapping Chasing
coke rocks and protect yo glocks And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for
road, instrumental Have a nigga sentimental, statues and monumental The kind that Ghengis Khan was sent to Sorta like Islamic temples and castles with
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine Swerving and token and grippin' on pine Bump, bump, bump, bump All in your trunk Woofers and tweeters and speakers
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
Introduced you to my dogs, that don't love hoes and firm fiascoes Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin' a Tango And cash, always
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed be there just to serve and protect But they just punch faces a lot and choke necks Then
when the whole city's mine? I been grinding like a motherfucker chasing my dream No longer chasing, I'm making my green And it seems that them niggas