wanna stay strong and moral But history say I could be gone tomorrow And though my future looks floral I feel like I'm hoping for much pain When people stop shouting my name And
[INTRO CHORUS] HE'S A NICE GUY how ya doin HE'S A NICE GUY Good to see you HE'S A NICE GUY How ya momma and them [VERSE 1] Mr. Niceguy relationship
?' & judging from her t-shirt, I could tell that she was chilly So I gave her my sweater, she said her name was Etta She said she come from Cuba and she
this record and you know it's you What you need to do is pump ya brakes Rule number 1 is just like 2 The who-do's and what-not's and what you should
Since I was 5, I've been dying and trying to read it When I did I did, it redefined it Now you was 34 when you found Jesus after your life fell to pieces
went from rags to riches It got goblins in it, haters and witches, uh And then what happened? Ah well baby, he, ahh, met a girl and he fell in love And
the seeds you ruined? Found is Esco, dead Prez and them Found is Lauren Hill Found is Rakim Found can be you If you felt the message and ask yourself
you and All I wanted was a moment or two to See if you could do that switch-a-roo and Shut your mouth fool, get your crew and The thick body and the
me and my men on CNN Then the birth of the inevitable hate begin 'Cause hate is the child to greatness The glue between Neo and the Smiths in the matrix
(THIS IS A TRUE STORY) [CHORUS] Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life Thought she would be his wife OH Loretta
the stage is amazed and gazin' Prayin' for the day they would one day praise him Studied the ways of the game and made it Came through the maze and the haze and
Or a time conflict with my sci-fi hits I'm contemplating each statement's wit' And I'm concentrating on making hits And I'm fittin' em line by line Teeth I grit and
day Fat, ugly chicks in New York, on the radio Sayin' I'm gay I had a bonafide downside frown With the swagga not around in my life Bank account found
), Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby (why), Don't cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and my Turkey
to die She was here passing by Don't go home angelina Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
Translation: Smith, Elliot. In The Lost And Found.
Translation: Smith, Elliot. In The Lost And Found (Honky Bach).