Footprints in my memories
…Us with no shoes on
Love seeing your trail beside me
…Hope you never move on
You cupped me in your tray (trey)
And hit high notes like you was da new Songz
Its stunning that im the same age as the young fella when Stella got her groove on
Played Russian roulette…
You shot me down and clipped my wings
Kept me for yourself…
A worker in a kitchen with no stove
…We keep it sizzling near the sink
Stop… Think!!!
Picture this…
Living life with……......
No Air to breathe…
Living life with no you equals the same to me
Not trying to sound like Mario with how do I breathe
But I got a question for you…
How could I leave?
Call me a theif
My heart filled with greed
But you’re the only thing that I took because you’re the only thing that I need
You leaving me equals a heart filled with grief
But without further ado
I’ll take my heart out of this song
And devote my all to you…
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