crazy Ooh, what a night this has been Baby, let's do it again Love ain't for the faint of heart Love's for you and me Love ain't for the faint of heart
its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times come again no more 'Tis the song
of the scandalous Pimp, ho's and gamblers 98 degrees on Christmas Nigga, we rolling cannabis Swisher sweet, ain't it? I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted
lot of leaving left to do And as long as there's a song left in this old guitar This life I'm bound to lead, ain't for the faint of hearts So you won
Though the words may be wrong to the song We're asking a high, high, high, high High is the moon Though the words may be wrong to the song We're ought
defeat me please not even these could keep me All on the wave length buck to the bang Why they gotta stay and make me faint? War paint, walk the plank
I'm goin' out kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 -
live in all of me. When the man walks in darkness, he stumbles right upon. You should be his brother now, to help him all along. I'll be there to help you too, you are faint
said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that
' out the suicide doors? I ain't claimin' the crown or the throne But I know I'm Chi-town to the bone Come and have a round of Patron And get down to the song
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, hoes and gamblers 98 degree's on Christmas N-gga we rollin' cannibus Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted
its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times, come again no more 'Tis the song
Say goodnight, your song is through Faint refrain we hardly knew Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate Because all I
see is blue I'm sorry, baby, for what I did to you I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, baby I don't wanna hear a love song I don't wanna hear a love song I
In Habbanan beneath the skies Where all roads end however long There is a sound of faint echoes And distant echoes of a song, For there men gather into
