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    its yours

    IT'S YOURS PT2


    IT'S BEEN MONTHS,DAYS,HOURS,MINUTES SINCE I FIRST LAID EYES ON YOU
    AND I KNEW I WANTED STEP TO YOU BUT I'D HAVE TO BE TRUE
    MAN YOU WERE A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES AND MINE WERE BLOOD SHOT RED
    AND IF HEARTACHE WAS FATAL I'D BE DEAD
    SO WE BECAME COOL AND THROUGH PHONE CONVERSATIONS WE BECAME KINDA CLOSE
    BUT THE FEELINGS STARTED TO BUILD AND I COULDN'T SHAKE IT
    SO LIKE A MAN WITH THE DEATH OF NUEMONIA,I BECAME SICK
    YOUR VOICE,SMILE THE WAY YOU WALK COULD BE A NUMBER OF THINGS
    ALL I KNOW IS THAT THIS IS A PLACE I DIDNT WANT TO BE
    AND BEING HERE IN THIS DAY AND TIME WAS SCARING THE HELL OUT OF ME
    SO IN THIS COMOTOASTED STATE OF MIND I HAD TO FIND A WAY OUT
    AND I HAD A PLAN CRAZY BUT IT WAS SURE TO GET ME TOGETHER NO DOUBT
    SO I COMPREMISED A ARGUEMENT FOR US TO FALL OUT AND I'D GET A GRIP
    ON MY FEELINGS BUT THE MORE I ARGUED THE MORE I FELL AINT THAT A TRIP
    SO NOW WHAT AM I TO DO BECAUSE I WAS UNSUCCESSFUL AT SHAKING YOU
    AND DEEP INSIDE ME LOSING YOU AS A FRIEND I'D BE BLUE
    DAMN WHAT IS IT ABOUT HER?.........................................
    SO I'LL JUST START FROM THE BEGINNING
    I SAID IF I EVER LOVED AGAIN FIRST SHE'LL B A FRIEND AND
    I'LL TAKE MY TIME AND LOVE HER AS BEST AS MY ABILITIES LET ME
    I WOULD CHERISH EVERY MOMENT I HAVE WITH HER
    CAUSE I'VE MESSED UP BEFORE AND THAT WAS A LESSON LEARNED
    SO I GUESS WHAT IM SAYING IS IT'S YOU I WANT TO TAKE MY TIME WITH
    AND THAT I KNOW WITH YOU THAT WILL BE TIME WELL SPENT
    SO THIS TIME NEXT YEAR YOU'LL BE IN MY ARMS
    AND I'D DIE BEFORE YOU COME INTO ANY HARM
    ITS BEEN MONTHS,WEEKS,DAYS,HOURS,MINUTES AND I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
    ITS A HUMONGOUS JOB BUT IF ANYONE HAS MY HEART I WANT IT TO BE YOU AND BOO IF YOU WILL BLESS ME WITH THAT ONE WISH MY HEART,MIND,AND SOUL BABY IT'S YOURS

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