judge wouldn't budge. I've got murder in my heart for the judge Now he said, if you look like a man. I will be your friend, just give me your money. And cut off your hair, boy. I don't want to see
New York to London. We're International, baby. Thara, Jay Sean. Thara, reserved, Jay Sean, reserved. We got a banger, let's club M U R D E R, you are. Girl, you're murder. Boy, you're murder
. That's all she wrote All she wrote on that goodbye letter. "It's over for us, to tell you the truth. And my new man is a vegetarian. He laughs a lot, not like you" Picked up one of her old love letters
