The suns sets and the street lights flicker on. Another night on the town without you. I'll write a hundred songs about her that she will never hear.
A breathless drive on a downtown street Motorbike ride in the mid-day heat The dust that hung from the desert skies Run, though we run it still burned
cup of coffee Jump on it, jump on it Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, now Now, jump up on my plate I got my fork and my butter knife And when I you like I you Baby, I promise
you're leaving what will you do now with no one to go to? there are so many places to see there are so many people to be this country was promised to
The fragrant wind and the mid-summer indigo dye, a few drops of tears melt them away We turned into tie-dyes and blurred over Thunder clouds salute the
I know where you'll be If I should listen to your proposal Put my future at your disposal Promise me you'll keep yourself clean Cut yourself from your mid
School Got my Mac notebook with the Pro tools Yahh Bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky Bad "WOOF WOOF" flyer then a Frisbee So I'm' up in Mid-
Got my Mac notebook with the Pro tools Ya bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky Bad woof, woof, flyer then a Frisbee So I'm up in mid L.A. eating mangoes
to the penmanship Mad 'cause I invented what you can't even pretend to intend to accomplish Promise an end to this infinitely childish game Refrain from grabbing the mid
law Billy placed his hand on Mary and he felt the baby moving Kissed her, and said, "I'll see you when I can" The judge had made a promise when he caught
mistake of pitching to me underhand. today I enter my late twenties officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead to the world right now despite my promises
in five I have to survive, have to get my money and shine Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom I gotta do it for everyone that I promised
give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had Chorus till fade (Master P talking) To the motherfuckin south (the south) to the west (to the west) To the mid (to the mid
I'm not asking for favors not tonight I look up in the sky...... all the rockets fall down (fall down) too many promises too many lies too many
furry wrist severed I walk face first through the sex, guns, and church With wild things that make Maurice Syndek question his early works But no hostages no promises
touch nations Been entertaining since niggas was really banging Dancing at the old folks parties, pancaking I've been waiting for my time to shine From Catholic school John Mid
me blind Rings are gold and funds are mould The story turns all to inconsistent, so bold Now rise and unfold All awhile I focus in the fiftieth mid