Look up, look up You'll see the sky Look up, look up He's the life Waiting to love you Wanting to reach you Look up, look up You'll see the sky The man
At the playground, ya know, that's where I saw this cutie This girl was swingin' and she looked so fly On the monkey bars, we climbed up to the top and
I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play Dropped some dollars up on Hollis and
, don't ya see? Or H to tha I to tha l nigga, you goin' to hell So ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up Before I get some girls just to buck yo ass up I
you (I run with trouble... trouble) Street runner we crazy with dis one I run... with... trouble [Lil Wayne] And just the other day, my nigga Chris
then we step to school Step from school Back to interviews then it's on to other dues So, warm it up Chris I said "Ya warm it up Chris" That's what I
book And up flies the flag of inflation And all this time I'll be waiting up by the chimney stack On this coldest year since brrrr, up above upon a
high as hell payin these can't even help my trial So while I'm thinkin to myself a nigga walked right up to me lookin me up and down wit a
Ranch hands and rodeo fans are drinking up the very last drop And they all head for Montana at the foot of the Great Divide To tie one up or tie one
the sun comes up. chorus a?? why oh why won't you be mine? I tried so hard not to cry. can't contain what lies inside when you call me up and just
And all the roads jam up with credit And there's nothing you can do It's all just pieces of paper flying away from you Oh look out world, take a good look
Cause we got presents today Bells on bob tails ring making spirits bright We got a good look at ol? Saint Nick Because we stayed up late last night, sing Jingle bells, jingle bells
I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play Dropped some dollars up on hollis and
At the first bell of the day They rise up from where they lay And look down with a promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's all
the roads jam up with credit And there's nothing you can do It's all just bits of paper Flying away from you Look out world take a good look What comes
the smell of money, hash an' zig-zags Look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash Involved but we all get caught up an' sent to juvenille
the Trey (Yuuup!) Girl I'm right in front of you Wanna be right up under you Kissin under your belly button for about a month or two You gon' love it when I look
Let Ya Meal Eat You (I Run With Trouble... Trouble) Street Runner We Crazy With Dis One I Run... With... Trouble And Just The Otha Day My Nigga Chris
