cover you (If you're cold and you're lonely) With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you (You've got one nickel only) With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover
Translation: YIELD. I'll Cover You.
Translation: YIELD. I'll Cover You-reprise.
Translation: Rent soundtrack. I'll Cover You.
like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like boy, don't you know I'm addictive
S CRAZY) Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY) Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you
like the way you work it Trump tight all day, everyday You're blowing my mind, maybe in time Baby I can get you with my ride I like the way you work
letting you know I know what you need I'll turn you around This beautiful town And then you'll believe When your eyes they deceive you It's easy, don
whole world be fun It's all about y'all On the cover of men's And women's magazines Daytime, nighttime TV Shopping malls, wall to wall You've written everything You
Fuck who you be or where you're from, West or East coast Squeeze toast, leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you
CHORUS [Jully Black] I hope you witness the adventures of Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you
, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got
care about the rent And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend Black powder nose landcruise or range rove' Why you runnin for when you forerunnin
's crazy) Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (That's crazy) Talk about the feds made you snitch (Oh, that's crazy) How you gon' hate what made you
a different story 'bout self Do you have the courage to be you All that talk, that you talk, is it really you? Oh silly you, oh silly me Your tongue
faceless with big cats copy these dumb hoes and ice braceletts. "You hear that all you stars? Go away on your publishing checks, you can pay your baby mama rent. What!" Why you
fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps I blow
