Shine your light on me, gotta shine your light on me Gotta shine your light on me, oh baby, you gotta shine your light on me Shine on, shine on, shine
let your light shine did you let your light shine Well don't you try... Did you let your light shine did you let your light shine This little light
Father, let Your light shine down on me Father, let Your light shine down on me No matter what the day or night may bring Father, let Your light shine
Let Your light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on well, let shine on Let Your light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine on oh, let it shine on Let Your light
your light shine did you let your light shine Well don't you try to give it away... Did you let your light shine did you let your light shine [ Both
your Light from the lighthouse shine on me shine on oh let it shine on let your light from the lighthouse shine on me shine on oh let it shine on let your light shine
shine on me Shine on, let it shine on Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine, let it shine Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me Shine
, call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock
your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your
I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Watch your back with your
not your lion or your tiger, Won't be your nasty little boy, I'm not your boyfriend, baby, I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining
so you know, oh Trembling misery and it's cold as a hole Hug your bones and skin Crackling wood's gone white And my eyes swelled up now I can see the light
at it This passion play Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs Glistening skin Close your
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan Shine your shoes, light your fuse Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health, share your wealth Run your life, steal your
silver lining Keep it in your own Sweet head And shine it when the night is Burning red Shine it in the twilight Shine it on the cold, cold ground Shine
You wastin' your time here man, sucio They don't know what I do Little ghetto weeds I feel like killin' you. Banana-colored light-skinned spics You feel your
southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slaveries den, the crime was the color of skin Never to see the light of the