to perform for me You want to know how to touch me, well it's easy Oh, it's like playing the piano I don't care if there's a few wrong notes You don
knew sunshine, What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong? Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along, Mr. King you were right, Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong
piano, sing my little songs. I looked him right in the eye. I said, I'm a logger. Played football in high school. I was in the Marine Corps. He said All right
(feat. E-40) [Intro: Spice 1] What's wrong nigga? What's wrong huh? You scared nigga? You scared? What, you can't talk with a motherfuckin' gun in your
wondered why But I didn't give a fuck this trick was mad fly Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom Talking some kind of code something was wrong
to perform for me You want to know how to touch me, well it's easy Oh, it's like playing the piano I don't care if there's a few wrong notes You don'