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I could search the world until I turn blue, But baby, what?s the use? There ain?t no one like you. All my life my heart?s been stranded. On my sleeve
the ground? Am I waiting for my tomorrow or should I say goodbye? Am I walking with a purpose? Because I feel the same and as I wait for my dreams to
you. Oh, can't seem to get you off my mind. Oh, no matter how i try and try. Oh, every time I blink my eyes all i see is you. Oh my God, could this
alright. I'm alright. What do you mean I lost my mind. This ain't no game. No. What do you mean I lost my mind. I just can't let go. Oh my God I put
wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano, me I play with white keys Shorty from the south, oh
feel I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gonna need it, I'd rather you open up my body And
, I went to Nashville, tryin' to beat the big deal Playin' down on Broadway, gettin' there the hard way Living from a tip jar, sleeping in my car Hocking my
t get another chance with the heart that you break, Gave you my trust, just threw that trust away, Can't get back in my heart, can't get back in my heart Piano
'm gunna ride.}[x2] Krayzie: Man, these nigga's they got me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin
I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day And I thank you for some
rich quick This is my lucky day Oh, stick around baby N' ev'ryhting will be okay Gonna get rich quick This is my lucky day Gonna get rich quick This
, gone, oh Yeah, listen up, a cocktail keeps me company While the piano man plays one for me Some similar situation must have sent you 'Cause this is too cool to be coincidental And, oh
threw my watch out the window chain in her hand she running threw the crib finding anything she can our relationship is not the only thing thats outta hand she even called my
Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla Thank you, Miss M Whatcha doin' these days? Makin' records Really? Yes, really Do you still play piano for people? Well
Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart
Sounds like a symphony to me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you wanna know how to touch me Well, it's easy Oh, it's like playing the piano Oh, I don't