her like a mind reader Each day do something to lead her To believe you love her Everybody wants to live happily ever after Everybody wants to know their true love is true
are all sleepwalkers We only see the things we wanna see Tunnel visions And there's no end in sight But after all we've been through I know this much to be true
was my man, you gonna do me like that boy But you know what they say and I'm callin' it out When the pressure cook up the true colors come out That'
One more card and it's 22 Unlucky for him again He never had respect for money it's true That's why he never wins That's why he never ever has enough
sharp fuse Don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumbs bruise Ya new girlfriend is old news Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true
thought was true? And all the colors are disappearing But you should take this for what it's worth This is it and it fits And it feels like this is good enough
done for the summer Came out the cupboard show my ass like a plumber Aint Chinese but your worth 2 dolla Tee get the bleach Ima show my true color Tell
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you This is the sound of what you don't need still true This is the sound of what you don't want still
from you than be lied to Call it what it is like the heathens do Red lights of betrayal, deceived again Exposed by the light, true colors ascend Take
. Color flashing neon signs. Advertising a friend of my distraction, latest attraction. Oh my body has been punished. Lord, I think I've had enough. Oh my body has been punished With too much and not enough
my lowrider Guns on both sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it That's the true meanin' of a ghost
what you do without love, without love I'm gonna paint a picture of you The only color I need is blue You're out of love, baby, you know it's true Tell
time I gotta tighten down on the lag time I gotta tighten down on the lag time Your consonants were buzzing around your head like flies Your true colors
or what they say Their colors change We should have never let them get away My brothers Save them Praise them Break them True colors
, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning I hope you niggaz over standin', I stay sucker-free The next king of in the game, you ain't got enough
Fort Minor, Minor Fort Minor, Minor, Minor... Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme
into your eyes And see that your colors changing I wish that I could change with you And when you said forever did you mean it to be true Or was it another
of my lowrider guns on both sides right above da gold wires i'll 4-5 em kill a nigga on my song, and really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost writer