Friday, November 16, 2012


"Big dreams, gangster.
Said you had to leave to start your life over.
I was like, 'no please, stay here.'
We don't need no money we can make it all work.
But he headed  out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday.
I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but he was chasing paper.
'Caught up in the game' that was the last I heard. 

I know that love is mean and love hurts, 
but I still remember that day we met in December.
Oh baby, I will love you till the end of time.
Promise that you'll remember that you're mine.
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches before."


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