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The Doors I Can T See Your Faces In My Mind

I can't see your face in my mind I can't see your face in my mind Carnival dogs, consume the lines Can't see your face in my mind Don't you cry, baby

y'all to see Ain't I something? The way I'm stuntin' My material girls give 'em A-Rod money LV on my luggage Them mammas gonna hate and I love it, fuck

old I learned my lesson then 'Cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description

! I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Aiyyo, my

sweat Face of danger, increasin' anger Point blank, I smoke another stranger Grip the mic tight, I see the brake lights Hit the back door, I lay down

hate to see us walkin through the door again (door like) (hide your hoes nigga) [x2] We got your hoe bitch rockin, everybody just jockin, niggas know they can't

I can't see me fine And I ask when someone wants to be me, why? Not havin' everythin' can ease my mind If you could read my mind My God, I'm scarred

stain if a stain on my shoelace T.I. roll like sushi, touche If ya can't lay back, who the hell am I? Bringin' homicide to the gang, no alibi Can't tell

I go? Nobody knows. Maybe I lost my touch. When I look in your eyes and I see you cry, I'm thinking how can I make this different. When you stood by my