You Don't Know Me At All
Let um feel the beat first
I'm bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook
To my people who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 1:
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the difference between Whoppers and caviar
Bef
I'll Be Running
Well, I've been stepped on, baby,
By people I thought were my friends.
I tried so hard to make it.
But the bad times never end.
I got just one thing now, baby,
One thing on my mind.
Gonna pack it up, little darlin'.
And leave you far behind.
Chorus:
I'll be running.
Yes, 'll be running down the line.
Well, I've beeen locked up, oh yes,
They threw away the key,
When I need you then bad, woman.
You ran up and ran out on me.
I just got one thing now, baby.
One thing on my mind,
Gotta pack it up little darlin'.
Ain't no use in crying.
Chorus:
I'll be running,
Yes, I'll be running down the line.
LEAD GUITAR AND HARP BREAK
Yea, life was so sweet, little baby,
Now I've got my doubts.
I don't remember checking in,
But I'm soon to check out.
Got just one thing now, baby,
One thing on my mind,
Gonna pack it up, mama,
This time I ain't lying.
Chorus:
I'll be running,
Yes, I'll be running, on down the line.
I'll be running,
Yes, I'll be running, on down the line.