Loving you's like coming home It's a lonesome and endless highway I've been searching for so long And after all the miles I've traveled Loving you's like coming
was wearing thin CHORUS: It?s a lonesome and endless highway I?ve been searching for so long And after all the miles I?ve travelled Loving you?s like coming home
Translation: Don Williams. Loving You's Like Coming Home.
the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal
I know you're not there but I know that you love the lord And I remember when you was a little boy You used to love music And you loved to just play And
says son you're living your life all wrong Lighting's gonna strike you down before too long That man upstairs he don't like what you do When you reach
and let it roll na', like that I love the way you work your chocha, like that You make me wanna get to know ya, like that Like that, like that, like that, like
I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call me so that I can send
through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't
's Talk About It" [Jermaine Dupri] Uh huh, oh Oh, damn baby Shit........... How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? It's that
up and let it roll na', like that I love the way you work your chocha, like that You make me wanna get to know ya, like that Like that, like that, like that, like
Come back to me (I need you and I love you, baby) Palmdale Come back to me (Palmdale) ('Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began) Palmdale (Palmdale) Come
You better be home Yo, what's up? This is Mary I'm not home, leave a message, peace Yo Mary, it's Puff, pick up the phone nigga Hey yo Mary, it's Puff
ain't change the game hash, you know the name as, Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass I generate them Franklin's and Grant's Each ear look like
air 'Cause it's been the worst year of my life I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die So could you please, could you please, could you please Grow
