ride through your block see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playin they better re-plan im giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland (blues singer) together
's a drag and you fight with no partner to tag - at times I would dive in the sea to escape from the rising and crashing malea drink tea with a fat
what it was like? For people like us growing up You've gotta call me man I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan P.S. We should be together too My tea
stay together 'til the kids die just to keep it clean Buy the weapons with the sales made from garden magazines Strike up the ladies to bake tea cakes
You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law
You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe, you've got too much cash Better call, call the
You've got to pick up the pieces Come on, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the
hours Mariella, Mariella, my pretty baby girl Unglue your lips from being together And, and wear some pink and pearls You can have your friends 'round And they can stay for tea
may be that I'd like to But I won't fall in love with you We won't spend the rest of our lives together But anyway couldn't we go on a trip together
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He
ve got so much her together, babe You see we took nothing and turned it into something, oh We took nothing We turned it into something You and me together
night somebody told me that you would be in town I opened up my eyes and you were staring me down I often think about the last times we spent together
it apart, That?s when I would walk by and pick up the pieces, Excuse me beautiful, ey, do u need this, Put it back together (again), put a rap together
t Like It Lump It Im A UK Bad Boy Just For The Record I Like Tea But I Don't Like Crumpets Dirty Money and Boy Better Know Together That's Crazy As Hell
't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring more dough And you know but you actin' like you don't know When me and Fif 'got together
a rich nigga He had close to ten bodies under his belt His man did the last one and got murdered himself Took him a while to get his head together Alex
, wait a minute, what, what, what do you mean try to last? You know, at least we can wake up in the morning together And you can bring me a cup of tea