in a bunny suit If you dress me up in pink and white We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight She's my angel She's a little better than the one
This is not working out, I showed you the door, just go. You ask just too much of me, And if its all the same to you, I'll be alone. Don't say anything
a world of doubt And there's no room for two kids in love Oh, we should have known We should have known There's nowhere to go The cost of just losing one
My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled
I know I change my mind all the time, but this one's gonna stick for awhile. You wanted everything right, I wanted everything wrong, That way I could
Don't be gone too long Please be on your way home, Before the clock strikes Christmas Eve Don't be gone too long, Please be on your way home, we'll light
fill that up You know I'm tryin to see what's up- with you Eh. And I ain't thinkin 'bout your man he shoulda had you by the hand 'cause I'm your number one fan
let me introduce you to the band and i'm the main man building up my following hold it with fans believe than i can now i'm looking for my number 1 fan
on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low In the game with the number one Straight from the Cleveland slums
your best friend Shorty that's your best friend That's your best friend That's your BFF That's your BFF She tell you everything She's your number one fan
freak, you might be shot, she'll put dem handcuffs on you like a cop, Baby educated, n she like da rap, we got da game on life you in da number one spot
jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other hand look just like the Grinch who stole Christmas, make that clear I own time, Day day look like one
Some shit as thick as Mrs Butterworths syrup It's the Mr. picked on Christopher Reeves Just for no reason other than just to tease him 'Cause he was his biggest fan
Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure Number one
, I was drunk and I admit I loved it every last second I couldn't kill that thought of us butt ass naked Tely surfin' with the fan on, chattin' about
, I'll speaks for my team No papparazzi, you freaks, big plans And you know what they say about a man with big hands And my woman is my number one fan
[verse one] Here we go, ha ha Thou shalt not have no other great one but me Transcribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-b The lyrics that you hear is not his but
