No gas in the tank No cash in the bank Days like this break most But us it cant When im feeling broke You fill me with hope Tell me to hold on baby Cuz with this well cope Homemade i love yous proposing Shows how much u know me A house of gold is still empty Without the little things its holding Like a crib for our child And space for her to run while Many things could bring me pleasure But non like the joy of seeing you smile WE USE TO GO BROKE FAST FOR BREAKFAST SPEND THE MONEY LET THE LOVE LAST GOODTIMES AND MEMORIES I MADE WITH U AND U MADE WITH ME
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 05:22:37 +0000