And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano
gunna ride.}[x2] Krayzie: Man, these nigga's they got me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin'
song Big sean She threw my watch out the window chain in her hand she running threw the crib finding anything she can our relationship is not the only thing thats outta hand
too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the games over Faggot
Down in Louisiana There's a grand piano playing man He knows that they can't kid him 'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand The blues that he'll compose
in the party everybody put up their hands I get a half a mil for my beats, you get a couple grand-d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
party everybody put up their hands I get a half a mill for my beats you get a couple grand-d-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
is in the party everbody put up their hands I get a half a mill for my beats you get a couple grand-d-d-d-d never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand
I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but don't play the piano You could get blam, yo, I'm nice with my hands
a place she calls her own When there's nothing inside of her It's the only salvation she knows Some guy with an eagle eye Hunted her down And left her
In life, for some things we testify In our love, for some things we magnify Your boots are heavy with the undertow In your hands, your violent piano
he'd start to play the cat would run and hide behind the bed Well his right foot stomped the pedals and his left foot stomped the floor His wrinkled hands
Mindsize was recorded and, in fact, had no ties (musically) to any other songs that we had written. It was set apart in that it featured piano, something
rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm Now throw you hands in the
By the same stars above you I swear that I love you You are my pretty Fraulein [ fiddle - piano ] When the memories wander away over yonder To the sweetheart that I left
with the band But when I play my polonaise now On my piano grand You know I can't help but thinkin' Well about first one night stand When my precious hands
am with those who eat drugs Who peek over the wall and get shocked Shocking is therapy, electrify your head Pianos in my hearing Vincent, my ear is falling off Who left
things may change Others stay the same, we're not four anymore But can you come out and play? You wore pigtails and hand me downs I banged the piano
