We can have the whole world singing tonight We can have the whole world singing tonight We can have the whole world singing tonight We can have the whole world singing tonight (Mr. Piano
when, long time gone And it ain't coming back again Deliah plays that ol' church pian'a Sitting out on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd
pump, feel the pump, feel the pump; pump, pump, pump. Wish: Lights out; we comin' through. We ain't satisfied-- hope it ain't on you. We ain't gon' let
a new guy thats turning me on and the big ballot strings are about to get played and the melody i wrote is about to get sanged a song about our love is
Turn the radio down if they playin' that bullshit They don't want black people to think he drive He think he live (Common) He think he live, he think he cold He
Feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing me down He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet He sends me
chase More than a uhh, it's the piece of mind I chase Stakes are high, like my uncle is We both got problems, he never confronted his Under the bridge
, bitch I know you hear the music, it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man, in the land, we juss high as we can, we in Japan, smokin on a beela wit
long, everything" he shouted Then he ran next door to Margot's house "I'm moving," he said, "where?" asked Margot "Two weeks away, two weeks away," he
terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin' for
keep me down for long) Cuz I'm getting stronger (cuz I keep getting stronger, yea) Verse 2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano
nigga face up Take another motherfuckin' nigga lookin' trifle If he got a trigger then he prolly [probably] gonna pull it Til' he runs out Prolly won't sweat Cuz' he
by my side My Flagboy, he just went by My Spyboy, he's full of fire Me whole tribe is havin' fun We gonna dance 'til mornin' come. ~
my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we
clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous
kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood like we changed the channel This is
heart So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars Through the ink that I write in each bar Show the soul as we share our most
, Brooklyn Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical taking you back I live a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining