Lyrics:
Voice Practice

Excuses and another i suppose I'll wait until it shuts off How am i not myself? This would be much faster How and i not myself? This could spell disaster

to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, this ain't a number one record This is practically

can't have you, he can't too Cause cops will show up in the middle of the night,crimes and passion, we gon' be alright When she hear my voice, she let

meet Brett Favre A sharp shooter well exceeding any figure four You see my figure more or less stick some more I invest in my larynx and lungs and this voice

text, Practicing on your safe sex world. Cause... Please believe that the minute that I see that girl, ...and I can't really wait so long. Text messages and e-mails, Leaving little voice

alway believed In freedom of speech And I've always been the one Who practiced what I preached Love it or leave it I'll give you the choice But it'll snow in hell Before I lower my voice

floodlights point up at the steeples Choir practice was filling up with people Could hear the sound escaping as an echo Sloping off the ceiling at an angle And when the voices

confronts you You're everything, sometimes I get nervous when I'm in front you You can hear it in my voice when I ask you if you comfortable Look how love do, I'd practice

(Luda) How low can you go?(x8) (Squeaky Voice) How low can you go?(x8) Hahaha Luda! (Luda) [Verse 1] She can go lower than I ever really thought she