of star we would be hoping for There's a star in the night sky The kind of star we would be dreaming of There's a star in the night sky The kind of star
Translation: Ash. There's A Star.
I love my family more than the stars above More than a million trips to the sun and back More than a million galaxies and that's a fact And my animals
stars unfurled Well there she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There she goes, my beautiful world There
, in a promise, you'll make it There's work to be done, you must grind and shine Every second is a blessin', yes it is precious Suggest you get all instant message The aggression when you're findin' a
in Morocco, Rocco's modern life isn't so hot so Doing what I like is my motto let em know Should have starred in Desperado, whatever yo Sort of look like Johnny Bravo, there
but when has a jigga decision ever gone gold let the trumpets blow blow and behold for those who dont know ash roth in the biulding to night oh what a
're lost reach out for me And you'll see she's not far (Aah) Northern star (Aah aah aah aah aah) Northern star (Aah aah aah aah aah) Northern star (Aah
, apart from lives they've led. Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest My sorrow blacking out a space upon thou woven crest A gathering
(like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I Grind like there ain't no tomorrow. Verse 1: Say, I heard there's a fire, fire, somebody
there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full
Rock Aiyyo, a type love story with the guts and glory Yes, a high priced shorty, dollar signs when you saw me Havin' naughty intentions, witcha Rear suspension, a star
gold on cold stone With the dead arise Rise winged serpent Before the unseen Rise the serpenteye star Through times of war A victor is crowned A beast
lash the absence of "there" comes on in a flash it's all make make believe it's all smoke and ash it's all they believe it's not made to last it's trash
that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish while profiting off the lack of a marriage amongst the classes. chorus and when the radio stars
't it got a ring to it Make you wonder why A&Rs don't screen thru it You wana be a star ill write you a chorus You want a dozen roses ill buy you a florist
