the wrong way I am human I need to be loved Just like everybody else does There's a club if you like to go You could meet someone who really loves you
kitchen sink Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love
blues Some call it arrogant, I call it confident You decide when you find on what I'm working with Damn I know I'm killing you with them legs Better yet them
a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have
woman, It will make them like they used to get a whole one, I do! I really need a woman, it's true! Ain't no certain... for a woman, It will make them
In Polaroids, you were dressed in women's clothes Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer? Well, I don't think that I ever loved you
But then again, I never lost at love before Somewhere down the road Maybe all those years will find some meaning I just can't think about them now or
wanna dance with me Don't care to hear them play a tango And in the mood they take a mambo It's way too early for the congo So keep a rockin' that piano
feet from your head Should you A, take the time to find a condom B, you walk right over and you pound 'em C, tell her that you want her love Well, the
from the piano is falling out the sky Like angels losing their wings so they see how it feel to cry Babies have babies for the welfare coupons Dudes on the radio rapping, them
them with they snubs on While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
dude Jean jacket, Austrailian gats, Mediterainian raps Play the back with the joint on his neck Who feelin this? Thugs love this, we way above sea level, love
talking about when times were simple To make a long story short it goes Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan love and the city that never sleeps From thought
Livin' in my dreamworld, mem'ries of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here (I love 'em) Livin' in my dreamworld
Livin' in my dreamworld, memories of yesteryear Visions of Garbo, that old piano Those golden years are right here I love 'em Livin' in my dreamworld
, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit Like piano
