In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name
it down for ya, tough dude If you don't love me, mane fuck you Comin' like a train, boy, it's not a game What's my name name name? Big Stak Mac Where
wish I was athletic but football was never my game I met some friends in mathematics but no one can spell my last name I'm not cool but that's okay My God
you left me my poor heart was broken and our romance seemed all in vain The dark clouds're gone there's whole lotta shakin' goin' on Cause time changes everything [ piano
they were going to interview Taylor the next day. So, I sent her a little message. So, I don't know if she got it or not. Taylor: Oh my God. They never
fine with us. The song name was eventually changed to just "Love You". I always hated that name. Before Mindsize was released, we changed the name of
Saviour's name everyday that I'm livin' Glory hallelujah I'm not ashamed to let the salvation show This old world's just my dressin' room and I'm a gettin' ready to go [ piano
My god it's not a good place In this world to have a kid more to less raise (Raise) Can't play in the street because of gun blaze (Blaze) No god in
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
! My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun In the hit parade of self interest I remained at number one I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
homie put the stick away, let me convey Warriors [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] By the grace of God, by the grace of God Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God
how often I wish that I was dead To our name I brought the shame but still I long to be In that house down the block with my family [ steel - piano -
funky piano Hear my jam with the funky piano Hear my jam with the funky piano Hear my jam with the funky piano Hear my jam with the funky piano Here
say? Is it the moth or the butterfly? [Billy Flynn] - You have sin in your soul. [Roxie Hart] - God, that's beautiful. [Billy Flynn] Cut out God. Stay
it mean? Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar And you know, I mean, the stuff that like white people like We had a piano Somethin
doin' it God is doin' a nu thang Ya know He's doin' it God is doin' a nu thang Ya know He's doin' it God is doin' a nu thang Ya know He's doin' it God
saw could hold him back It was what he didn't see There was no end in this town, keys so eternally But this was God's piano He heard on the gangway