my trust like a child Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue-B But I tried to keep the overhead low Farewell to the city and the love of my life At least
bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old
the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass You asked for me? Well I'm
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless
may live in my car My radio tuned to The voice of a star Song dogs barking at the break of dawn Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm And these old
head, like your favorite tune And know my heart is a stereo that only plays for you [Chorus] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my
Old sixty one's my number on the highway I'm turnin' up the V's on the airways I'm tuned into some bad ass transactions It's the only way to get my satisfaction
s live cover of the old elvis tune.) (some of the lyrics are not listed) California Baby let me be Your lovin? teddy bear Put a chain around my neck
Go I?m about to hit some spots with my guys from outta town And there you go making those mean old eyes Feel like I?m in prison sometimes Like my freedom
[scarface] I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
Once I was a sentimental thing; Threw my heart away each spring. Now a spring romance Hasn't got a chance. Promised my first dance to winter. All I've
Once I was a sentimental thing; threw my heart away each spring. Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance. Promised my first dance to winter. All I've
Like a little old fashioned music box With just one tune to play My heart keeps singing I love you Twenty-four hours a day Like a little old fashioned
, word Your looks, you fly, my swag, me too My style, stay fresh, yo? bag, too cute Are those new wings? Well, these are Just swipe them on my visa
And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'm the comma comma Chamelion I use to pop the willy on my
run to money - money run to me In this economy guess I'm considered an anomaly Bugattis, Maseratis, new Ferraris - I got one of each My future bright
my life homey, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who the side was So I parallel double park that mother*** sideways Old folks talking 'bout back in my