game that can't be won But I still believe in love cause I know it does exits have you ever tried to need someone have you ever tried to feel a love
with them S dots kickin' off Armadale poppin' now, only bring a nigga more Only thing missin' is a Missus You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers Got one chef, one maid
and I reached out for reasons to call. II. Eclipse Anderson/Bruford/Squire Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, As
the maid earn a salary, yeah I cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast, they say that nobodies perfect but you look perfected, i really love to be
I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying on my back bite the
Felina would whirl Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting a spell My love was strong for this Mexican maiden I was in love
dead and he died for a maid And he's buried in the louisiana country-o. As we rode out to fennario, as we rode out to fennario Our captain fell in love
saying I'm the man So true Yeah, but what does it take to feel secure? A place with wooden floors A space to put awards A couple of parking spots And maids
're the fairest of maidens In Oriel for sure No spectacle is fairer Than moonbeams on the harbor Or the sweet scented blossoms Of the sloe on the thorn But my love
Sharp as a sabres tooth Back in my favorite booth I'm getting spanked with cold champagne I'd walk on a razor blade If you're dressed like a French maid
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
She sucked and sucked and she's a bitch to the beat I'm Too $hort, I said my name is Too $hort and it don't stop I love you bitches for the blowjobs
men To rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend I use men like Mennen in my armpit, I'm bad I can't stop it Evil twin count as two in your caucus tell
other So their love could never be Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Runnin' Bear loved Little White Dove With a love that
stars an Indian maiden divine The moon is on high and seems to see her there In her eyes there's a light shining ever so bright As she whispers a silent
Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her, oh, so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed Kaw-Liga, just stands there as lonely as
the story about a wooden head affair An Indian with a tomahawk and a maiden with the coal black hair Minni-ha-cha They're as happy as anyone can be '
slippin, I catch that Try to be more Flawless wit it, Calculated king of the city Christopher Walkin wit it, I admire his Empire, as did as Biggie Machine
