but every time you're near me, I never can behave You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic There's music all around me, crazy music Music
have turned What goes around comes around, you're about to get burned Flip the script, you're checking in, I'm checking you out You're just too sweet
Her hair is harlowe gold Her lips, sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got bette davis eyes She'll turn her music on you You won't have to
t creepin' It's time to get it on the dance floor you want More than what you came here for I see you looking at me across the dance floor I wish for that sweet
selling my soul to the Rhythm, the beat and the bass Cause I can't confess my rock and roll ways (ooooooh) Cause I'm so possessed with the music The music
what they doing over there.. im doin it here You nothing like me fuck boy don?t be outlandish We gorillas in the mist you just some kung fo pandas Sweet
'll be doing this baby, uh And you'll be lovin' this baby Oh, crusin' along till we hit the backseat 'Cause that's where the music sounds so sweet Weehaw
die you know the truth is some do Go write your message on the pavement Burn so bright I wonder what the wave meant Kick start the golden generator Sweet
are a million places we can go Yeah yeah yeah yeah Mm mm baby I'm just a girl I'm just a girl Wanna feel the beat under my feet Oh it's so sweet When the music
back I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his Child in a good school and know what her gift is It's global warming, the world is shifting Watching Sweet
to say If you only knew what lies awaiting If you could only see what I can see If you could only hear the music playing The angels singing sweet victory
nor there, he think somethin' is sweet Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat Lay him down flat while my music
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was
come from, don't ever learn they lessons My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby MJG, what
With you're petty pang petty What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what
for the longest time woohoohoo for the longest time if you'd say goodbye to me tonight there would still be music left to write what else could I
[Wretch 32] Look, I never fail to turn up my weakness, I supply teachers. a musical genius I should write speeches Father forgive me, I sin with the women