hold a storm about to brew Little blue, how can a flower so pretty Be so laden down with dew? Little blue, how can a flower so beautiful Be so laden down with dew? Little blue
Translation: The Beautiful South. Little Blue.
Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down south. In the south, they
body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet Till it seemed as if they were made of dew With pearls of huge beauty
straight ahead. He spent days upon days taking it all in he say children grow to become men and men grow to become fools. he saw hope, beauty, war, strength
the parking garage Got the vehicle, [unverified] the speed like Batman out of his cave 500 Benz whippin' in the wind, destination 57 Park Ave. south Turn my face a little
the pitter patter of little footprints on deck. IS THAT YOU KIDS? IT AIN'T. MY GOD. IT'S THIS HUMUNGUS GIANT CLAM! Imagine those little feet coming
where, where, where will it go, where will it go from here?)Repeat 2X (D-Loc) Skies are blue and the trees are grand Going to the place where life froze in between The beautiful
looked in people's eyes and told some lies (yeah) [D-Loc] Skies are blue and the trees are grand Going to the place where life froze in between The beautiful
and alone she eagerly suggests Ugly join her flock, fly south for the winter and then they will both search for his family next spring. Obviously attracted to this beauty
Yeah, so we got this tune called 'For women' right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said, it was inspired by, you know down south In the south, they
a way que solo yo se Tryin to get a little sexy for the kick back No need to step up my game, homie, I relax So now I hop into a dark blue impala I'm
's gettin hard to give 'em passes when They act as if they came up on the south side of Nazareth Can't imagine this, it's like a beauty pageant Where
hair with gold, oh my little white dove... one fine day she turned into a hawk and flew off to the sun to find a new love. Up in the blue sky ever the
a little cigarette to relax myself, my head felt dead sore. I was in Embassy, backing off Blue Alize, energized off Red Bull. I was watching this little
