whoa (whoa) You say whoa Whoa is me Im so whoa Im surrounded by people, Im cool Everyone is so see-through, not you Know you think I dont hustle, I do Used to get up
invented the telephone we made Yahtzee the light bulb, hockey and bred the greatest player's Gretzky to Crosby we all got at least one drinking buddy and after one drink, all
forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up
witness Bitches [Chorus] [Kanye West] I used to have hood dreams Big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I went hard all
There's a cold wind blowing Downtown tonight Oh, I'm all done Walking around, I don't feel right I'm so used to feeling warm Having you hanging on my
me sometimes it reminds me Of when we, we used to belong here Every memory comes on when I hear that old song We used to sing with the words all wrong
wanna, take what you I miss the stupid things, we'd go to sleep and then You'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 a.m. Pick up the phone and hear
you wanna take, what you? I miss the stupid things We'd go to sleep and then You'd wake me up And kick me out of bed at 3 AM Pick up the phone And
've seen me When it used to come so easy I like to say it's easy to stay but it's not for me 'Cause I'm barely here at all Slow down now, the secrets
, I know It seems so long since I've been gone I got so used to just hanging on I feel so wrong, I don't belong I got so used to just hanging on I'm used
it all But you were wrong about it, push It started with a handgun loaded with excuses We started faking it (And then we started breaking it) All the pieces used
, I know just how you feel 'Cause I don't know how it ever got away. 'Cause I still feel All the things I did before When you used to need it more Remember all
just won't let up Ah yeah, yeah, yeah That Rihanna reign just won't let up So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard All up on it Know you wanna clone
dreamed that everything would be okay With me and you, but I was wrong When I looked into your eyes I didn't see all the things I used to see What's
back on the scene, won't roll back up with green Strictly paper cruisin' through the strip in Vegas Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all used to
linen while your life is ending Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image Picture me broke as fuck on your block about to open up Like, "Okay nigga, what's up
home', we never had chance to get up And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin' honey Besides all
'm used to him all around Feelin' kinda stuck these days because of you And I'd be on the highway If only I could leave my place because of you I used