I don't know.I don't know.All feelings and * inside, that really don't matterYou say that you feel the truth, but you a whole couplePlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumNever was a type of runShot me with your lover, baby, that's a different type of gunTalking nonsense until the vitals comeYeah, your last nigga lit, but he a minor oneTelling him about your problems like he minding somethingBut he just wanna *And if you don't see that *, then, baby, you a dubAnd if you let that nigga hit, then, baby, that's a dubEnough is enough, we should give it upGive it all up, four and four, don't tragicallyBaby, girl, you done shot me, you been moving statickySaid that you want all my love, so here it go, but not keyI hope you feeling me, yeahNever was a type to go back on my wordsNever was a type to go back on my wordsNo, I don't regret saying I love youI just regret saying that * firstHurt me on a different level, girl, that's gold statusSaid you need another person, that mean more trappingsIf I pop another perky, I'm a whole otherToo much champagne for no winning, got a gold blotterToo much emptiness inside, a lot of cold matterAll feelings and * inside, that really don't matterYou say that you feel the truth, but you a whole couplePlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumGo platinumPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumGo platinumPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go platinumOh, oh noOh, oh noOh, oh noOh, oh noPlay the symphonies from my heart, and we might go blind