She's out of my life She's out of my life And I don't know whether to laugh or cry I don't know whether to live or die And it cuts like a knife She's
Love is here and oh my darling, now you're gone Love is here and oh my darling, now you're gone You persuaded me to love you and I did But instead of
It's the fallin' in love that's makin' me high It's the bein' in love that makes me cry, cry You've got me fallin' in love, got me fallin' in love Cry
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Sweet thing, let me tell you 'bout The world and the way things are You've come from a different place And I know you're traveled far Now that you told
Too Late Too Late Too Late In this automatic age We shop through the yellow page Gone is the corner store There is a supermarket there for you People
You take sugar and spice, everything nice And you got a little girl, yeah, yeah You take snakes and snails, some puppy dog tails And you got a little
Who's looking for a lover? Who's looking for a lover? Early this morning while I was yawning I got a warning thought Somebody near me who doesn't fear
(yung money) haters in the building nigga (lil wayne) ah she got that good good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her with her attractive
a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes wanna call ya I ain't Michael Jackson
text on your phone, Y E L E, 5 0 1 5 0 1 Every block, every school, dream initiation So build the world make it a better place, like Michael Jackson
never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons
never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I?m on stage and I feel like I?m looking through Michael Jacksons
Shut 'Em Down" The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember
touchin' dice. Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter... D'Shawn the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E
the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder Set
's a skeezer, there's no need for chit or chat her body looks (log?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson
'ma swing this like a cool cat Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or