When we were young, we all lived for fun we thought we were special.. There were no goodbyes, we believed all the lies, always under pressure.. Well there.
We could write the story of how we fell apart. But your truth and mine ain't the same. So I'll write the words into my heart. Fot the chapter that bears your name.
Kevin Michael, Lupe Fiasco. Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes. I wrote this song for you. Now, it goes down. . Can you imagine every world?. Every boy and every girl.