out the door, you cant walk back in we gotta find a way to solve it, think about our kids cos they in the middle you wanna sing that song? you want me
rendered for the light of day Lost in lights array, I ventured to see As the sound began to play What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed
as an ever-opening flower in which simple truths emerge examining the complexities and magic of the past and how we should not forget the song that
busy Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song
years Other matters disappear In the murmur I can hear Familiar voices loud and clear Hello, hello, hello, hello, goodbye I heard you singing Like one last song
and your hopes get broken fast You complain for the life you supposed to have But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh Throw a song on the
make my hallways echo you Now pull my shirt off, pull your jeans down Oh baby, take your time, now turn around As our bodies catch the mirror Let me grind into the song
Raise the gate, motivate the place Take a taste as we blaze on through the fate Clean slate, move on, chant all night long Gonna sing my song 'til the
, When I was faster, I was always behind. Something pushed back the curtain again, The stage is deeper and the crowd is in. The song is gentle, but the song
national pride They sang songs and went along for the ride And the other side complied They said, hey man, where do you reside? And could it be mother's superior lied
See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic
Out at the train tracks I dream of escape But a song comes onto my iPod And I realize it's getting late And I can't take the staring And the
you knew him earlier in his days, it's like a different version So much hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain. That's why there's curtains in his
Charles They were the ones who were left in charge My elementary they'd gang up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song Sing this song, sing this song
so what?s up with that? Cuz on previous tracks Obie?s clutchin? mags Look at him kickin? with fat chicks why would he brag? What possesses him to do a song
shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this
like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song But if you were '
you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'mma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be