the station With a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain All my love is in vain When the train
Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong Call him Mr. Vain Call him Mr. Raider, call him Mr. Wrong Call him Mr. Vain He'd say, "I know what I want and
Translation: Culture Beat. Only Mr..
Translation: Culture Beat. Mr. Vain (Mr. House).
station with a suitcase in my hand Well it's hard to tell it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain When the train rolled
What do you even know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home Mr. Writer, why
[Verse 1:] Only One never having a beginning Only One who reigns when everything is ending High above Glorious and true [Pre-Chorus:] We sing, Holy,
Half my life is spent wondering what to do or wondering where it went or why I ever bothered to at least a hundred times I've wondered why you're not
You didn't make my crucifixion I know you had a lot on your plate but from what I read and what everyone said I handled it just great I'm even kind of
shit off, lipstick and all girl (Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha ha [DeVante] Baby take it off for Jo-Jo Baby take it off for Mr
I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy fix ya panties I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' f-cked, ugh You aint heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane Take it vain
season when you shot remember everything happens for a reason and you never hit it right thats why i'm snatchin your girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz
buy me truck and a nice house Pay the rent when its due take the wife out But how am I suppose see if my lights out Mr. Officer Mr. Officer Their wont
your chest In the mirror you can't hide You've been granted Jacob's lide Whipping fear, spinning pain All you crying is in vain You're the beast you
Geah (check it out) In the muthafuckin' house (geah) For the paper Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin' Half ounce hoodlums in the house
is where his body laid Walls caved in, life could not be saved No man-made machine could see the things he'd seen Mr. Collins, he did not die in vain