What's the Point - Darin

I drove to Tennessee just for him to kiss me I tried too hard Too hard But he never took me out We stayed shut up in his house I tried too hard Too hard He said What's the point, dear? What's the point, dear? What's the point? Yeah he said What's the point, dear? What's the point, dear? What's the point? Every song he'd sing I'd pretend was for me I tried too hard Too hard He kept me at arm's length But close enough to play his game I tried too hard Too hard He said What's the point, dear? What's the point, dear? What's the point? Yeah he said What's the point, dear? What's the point, dear? What's the point? I haven't seen him since We never talk like this I tried too hard Too hard I'll always turn my head When I drive by where he lived I tried too hard Too hard I thought There's no point here There's no point here There's no point here There's no point here There's no point here There's no point here There's no point

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Some officers are gettin' rich Whoopin' on thugs and robbin' drug dealers for they shit As far as jealousy, bein' a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me And the media is greedier than most You could sell 'em your soul or they'll be on ya 'til a niggaz ghost And everyday I read the paper there's another lie They show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now, how's that for the life of a big shot? A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin' ass marks in the park For tryin' to earn they stripes in the dark Just 'cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep Only jealous motherfuckers beef and point the finga Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) As I run up on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef Take your jewels and your jeep, boom, boom, let that ass sleep It's gettin' hectic, niggaz run, quick Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit All you niggaz on the block tryin' to test me Best wear a vest or get open like, Sesame I'll run up on you mad deep while you're tryin' to sleep I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine Ban my rhymes, now, I'm back to bustin', nines And Bustaz can't get none, hell no A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw I came up from the amateurs to pro hits At 5-0, so you know I take no shit And everybody wants to kill a bringer Of bad news, so they choose to point the finga Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch You could get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) One, two, three, peace to the real G's Still me, 'til these motherfuckers kill me I bring skills and I build, kill at will Smoke sess 'til I'm ill, still feel me? 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