And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot Then the world discovers as my book ends How to make two lovers a friends
a thing doesn't mean a thing. I resign, not even born. Expect the worst to happen and no more disappointments It doesn't mean a thing, doesn't mean a
You saw my face fall into a well-worn groove A child starts playing a role and ends up type-cast in every movie I took cold comfort in your touch and
You saw my face fall Into a well-worn groove A child starts playing a role And ends up type-cast in every movie I took cold comfort in your touch And
could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A poker face book
And We Can Have One Hell Of A Night Through The Day She Blamed It On The A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol She Had Her Hair Did, It Was Bound To Fall Down Down For A
A Damn, Cudi Already Said It Her Poker Face Book I'd already read it But Man Her Head Was Gooder Than A Music Electro Body, Known To Blow Fuses A Stripper From The South Lookin For A
a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you have a request book
my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a
be stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a
the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look
and out Never mind the good intentions A dreamer with a reason to live Is as clear as his next invention You take a second look to find A second chance
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
Actin' all day, man, oh, man Got me in the mood again At the party, partying Yeah, I keep it happening Taken shots, whatever man Party like a veteran Music
dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music
work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music
Kennedy killed Close the books, was taught never expose a crook Between the knight and the bishop Wanna knock ya rook, I'm a rare breed Never had a fair
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to laugh, a time to weep A time to kill, a time to heal To everything - turn