Baby, girl, I think we need to Sit and talk, talk, talk Playing with my money Paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock Blowing up my heart Just stick a pin
Where the fiends at? Nigga Bone Thugs Harmony Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
I spilled the ink across the page Trying to spell your name So I fold it up and I flick it out Paper Aeroplane It won't fly the seven seas to you 'Cause
Uhh, uhh, uh huh Uhh, paper chase Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin' down Gotta get that paper y'all That's right, uhh Uh huh uh,
[WC] Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down Whassup Nate? [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still
Don't build for me, no paper mansions That only stand, until you've gone You paint the nastiest futures of anyone I know You always leave me holding on
Chorus: 1x (val young) Choppin up that paper(with you) I do it for you You know you got me lovin you Choppin up that paper(with you) I do You got me love
Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around
Now I rest my head from Such an endless dreary time A time of hopes and happiness That had you on my mind Those days are gone and now it seems As if
Baby.. Oh oh oh oh whoa Oh oh oh oh whoa My love Oh I'm missing you baby All day.. There was a boy who lived in a small town He met a girl in the big
Everything I'll tell you's gonna be made out of paper Oh how much I love you in the deparment store Everything I'll buy for you's gonna be made out of
I'm just an old man My hair is thinnin' My head is spinnin' I cry myself to sleep at night And Lordy, Lordy Though no one hears me I know you're near
sit on a train, reading a book same damn planet every time i look try to relax and slow my heartbeat only works when i'm dead asleep been thinking and
No rejection to fear Is it cause for concern? Who's to say what is real When I can prove I'm alive? Maybe I am more than this But how can I believe?
This here's a story about paper makin' And this little class that I've been takin' We make paper but not out of trees We use old rags and dungerees
The sun goes down in Calvin county Neon lights from an old beer sign Shown through the window out on the sidewalk As I walked in to pass the time; I looked
Barquito de papel, sin nombre, sin patron y sin bandera, navegando sin timon donde la corriente quiera. Aventurero audaz, jinete de papel cuadriculado
She had a dream And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream