Everytime, When, If

Everytime you fly, I hope someone shoots you down
Everytime you walk, I hope you sink into the ground
Everytime you cry, I hope it burns through you
Everytime you're vicious, i hope it comes back to you
When the good times roll, I hope you get trampled
When the heat of hell comes, for you, I hope it's more than ample
When opportunity knocks, I hope it passes you up for me
When you're fucking, I hope you're feeling and seeing me
If you see me in the streets, walk on by
If you call for me on your deathbed, just die
If you have that urge to call me, remember there's animosity abound
If you figure all of me is still attracted to you, take a look around

Just a Moment

wake up, i see i been crying in my sleep
thinkin all night bout this girl i want to keep
she drives me crazy like no one has
not her fault, but i'm always second class
how i'm gonna beat tha one that came before
that's like Jordan, Pippen and Rodman gonna win some more
breaks just aint for me, they make my heart grow fonder
anxious to see if relationship go yonder
formula for my underdog-ness goes like this
her first love+time+telephone times distance
multiply that hundredfold and you see how i feel
tear sme up, sometimes i wanna kill
cause i got that passion in my soul, to let you know i'm bout it
she'll never get to see it cause her thoughts is clouded
why women love assholes that neither here nor there
all i know is that i love her i can feel it in the air
i feel for you more than that muthafucka ever did
knowing i'm so far and he's so close gets me pissed
i may be clingy, but that's what happens when im afraid of losing something
right now, baby girl you my number one
it always happens like this, i tend to get to get clowned
thinking i had something, when i'm just the rebound
to get back on her feet, after a troubling storm
got to this point, this situation's the norm

Withdrawal

crazy in love or is that what it is
i'm 18, she 16, we're both still lil kids
what provokes me to drive 85 miles for nothin
what turns me on to your awkward styles is something
i'm still tryin to put together and figure out
what exactly that this short relationship was about
sadomasochistic, starting to enjoy the pain
of always falling short again and again
Cupid laughing and got a lock on me
Sharpshooting another one of those damn darts in me
Falling head over heels, spending my dollar bills
When it was all said and done, that type of hurt kills
Put so much energy to what seems like a lost cause
didnt seem like it was when i was deep in your walls
Maybe we the right people, but just at the wrong time
Like Erykah Badu, probably be together next lifetime