that all that I am is in the palm of your hand. So make believe that you give a damn. And make believe Can we make believe, That we still believe,
believing. It takes one hope to make the stars worth reaching for. So close your eyes and tell me what you see between what's real and make believe
thinks I'm lovin' her but, I'm just cuttin' her so pimpish, wood grain in the parlor golden ball, 24s make these ho's holla swalla even make believe
son, I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these
t got no love for no other then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya And David
zone, you get your head flown, I ride violent Check it, I make whole crews go silent Come try it, it's not a problem Beef I cook it, chicks I hook 'em
I think Ghost fuckin' one of them bitches, man And can you believe this son told them bitches that he can cook, man Yo, I can't believe this, these bitches
