' We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell And if it all blows up and goes to hell I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves And flip 'em, don't expect no help Now I could
Is bitches too I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories
the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in
, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life's been a great story in
I'm confused But I knew I could only get in trouble with... Fools Who adore you We're never the same once we cried in the rain over you Same old story
down inside we want to believe they still do And a secret is taught, it's our favorite part of the story Let's just admit we all want to make it too
the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner.
It's like we're chasing all those stars Who's driving shiny big black cars And everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could solve And when
even more Tell me a story about the night before (Wish for it, you just might get it, okay) Tell me a story T-t-tell me a story
I knew we were in for wang chung she grabbed my car keys my ID we dipped in between sips of Schlitz she kept lickin' her lips I couldn't tell if that
You know we have a million stories to tell I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told Chorus: Sacrifice your freedom Sacrifice your
went hard, all fall like the ball teams Just so I could make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could
true love We were inseparable after that Aw, we ate together We bathed together We even shared the same piece Of mint-flavored dental floss The world was our burrito So we
it Bob or Joe or Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?" I probably would have kept on guessing But about that time we crashed into
mean, the story is called, `Peter and the Wolf'. We couldn't very well call it, `Peter and the Wolf' if there wasn't any wolf, could we? Huh, that would
In a story book love affair Everyone always win's And the love that we choose to share Starts where all those fairy tales end And I know they'll be times