I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don’t know where it goes But it’s home to me, and I walk alone
I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I’m the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone I walk alone, I walk a
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I’m walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the borderline Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines What’s fucked up and everything’s alright Check my vital signs to know I’m still alive And I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone I walk alone, I walk a
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah I walk alone I walk a
I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams When the city sleeps And I’m the only one and I walk a
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone
[Jamie Foxx] She takes my money when I’m in need Yeah, she’s a triflin’, friend indeed Oh, she’s a gold digga, way over town That digs on me
Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ wit no broke niggas Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head
Cutie, the bomb Met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton Under her underarm She said: “I can tell, you rock” “I can tell by ya charm” “Far as girls, you got a flock” “I can tell by ya charm and ya arm But I’m lookin’ for the one; Have you seen her?” My psychic told me she’ll have an ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids An I gotta take all their bad asses to show-biz Ok, get ya kids, but then they got their friends I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to Den and then I had to pay If you fuckin’ with this girl then you better be payed You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend say she used to fuck with Usher I don’t care what none of y’all say, I still love her
Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ wit no broke niggas Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head
18 years, 18 years She got one of your kids, got you for 18 years I know somebody payin’ child support for one of his kids His baby momma’s car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV – “Any Given Sunday” Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money She walkin’ around lookin like Michael with ya money Should of got that insured, got GEICO for ya money If you ain’t no punk, holla “We want prenup” “WE WANT PRENUP!”, yeah It’s something that you need to have ‘Cause when she leave yo ass, she gonna leave with half 18 years, 18 years And on his 18th birthday he found out it wasn’t his
Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ with no broke niggas Now I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digger But she ain’t messin’ wit no broke niggas Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head
Now I ain’t sayin’ you a gold digger, you got needs You don’t want ya dude to smoke but he can’t buy weed You got out to eat and he can’t pay, y’all can’t leave There’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But why y’all washin’, watch him He gonna make it into a Benz out of that Datson He got that ambition baby, look in his eyes This week he moppin’ floorz, next week it’s the fries So, stick by his side I know his dude’s ballin’ and yea, that’s nice And they gonna keep callin’ and tryin’ But you stay right girl And when you get on, he leave ya ass for a white girl
Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head, get down Get down, girl, go head (Let me hear dat back)