a time. Searching and searching. What should I do who should I be? I will be nothing more than I am right here (Thanks to No Way Out for these lyrics
Why I keep calling you [Kanye West] Christian Dior denim flow I told her I'm tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for [Pusha T] Miami nights on the search
close your eyes and tell me what you see between what's real and make believe here's the path we've all been searching for So reach out, for something
way I like (You know I want it) Pick me up and take me for a ride (You know I want it) Sexy body don't you wanna turn me out (You know I want it) When
the way to a woman Is there somebody who still believes in love? I know you're out there There's got to be somebody, I search around the world But I
up then go take a hike It's a waste of my time shaking I'm not going out to search If it's really meant to be Then you can find a way to say That maybe
to get through the week, sometimes it's hard Right now Sing yourself out of depression, rise above I'll be searching if I know your heart Electric is
on the ground, But it doesn't matter, Cause i made it up, Forgive me now, Every day i spend away, My souls inside out, Gotta be some way, That i can
i don't wanna find a way out because my heart calls your name one day i'll see your face i know you're out there somewhere round the world i know you're out
a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching
lights off the face So I went out to the country, sat down on some straw But I'm not putting out for God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would
gonna travel the exit, gets to the stars To find another home, search the universe for Xanadu 'Xcuse me while I leave in a hurry, but I'm running out
task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out
pain Organized crimer, big trouble finder In and out of institutions, ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime smarts searching
that, I just want my girl back Can we work it out, or is it over? (What are we doin'?) What are we doin'? Why can't we seem to work things out (What
of true love again It's not the bags or the trips or the clothes It's not the fans or the sold-out shows It's the way that you see through my soul I
