Thinking of you
Wishing you & that girl were threw
Come back home
I now have a cell phone
Do you want my number
Tears fall like rain 'til I slumber
You still my guy
Does not matter if, to others, you do not look fly
To me, you have something good
Soon stress will leave you be, as it should
How I miss our time together
If you came back truthfully, then I'd feel much better