my home is home, in a ditch still wit my bone (Fab 5 mad live!) I'm at the three-point line no time wastin in case There's another player up in my lane
guess I get to play the races I'm passin' it on to you 6-3-8 is the number today 6-3-8 is the number you better play I don't believe in Gypsy's Readin
Aw girl, put that suitcase down You ain't kiddin' nobody You can't leave me, woman, you love me Say what? It's all over, it's all over It's all over,
Oh, there's a lull in my life It's just a void, an empty space When you are not in my embrace Oh, there's a lull in my life The moment that you go away
the back of a black limousine Lotten, da, la, da, da, da Lotten, da, la, da, da, da, dee Talkin' 'bout you and me and the games people play And we
That's incentive You see nothing to be adored when obsession takes it's toll You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper cuts
't play no game C-Murder bout his riches the money talk and bullshit walks pay to get delt with and haters get they ass kicked (Chorus) Don't Play no
It's the hard knock life (Hard-knock life, a hard-knock life) (Hard-knock life, a hard-knock life) It's the hard knock life It's the hard knock life (
the shelf Y-m-c-a then just go to the y-m-c-a y-m-c-a young man, young man, i was once in your shoes y-m-c-a young man, young man, I said, I was down
(parody of "It's A Most Unusual Day" by Ray Noble & His Orchestra, from the movie "A Date With Judy") It's a most unusual play; Feel like throwing my
would get on a train If I hide to ride it Get on a plane If I had to fly it, fly it Get on the bus I'll B 2 C U Give me your trust I could never leave
at all 'Cause all day long I hear the Same five songs and the words go Blah, blah, blah The radio plays a whole lot of nothin' Wish that they'd play
Religious fanatic, that's what they say True, I may be on the brink I hear them yell at us, "Shut up and play" Well, who asked what you think? No time
Don't say it's over, 'cause that's the worst news I can hear. I swear that I will do my best to be here just the way you like it. Even though it's hard
Written: Dianne Warren I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty To make me feel beautiful I don't need you to give me your strength To make me feel I'm
You can try and break me down Baby, but I'm finally breaking out So roll the credits and just forget it I'll make it through somehow And don't go and
Am I at the point of no improvement? What of the death, I still dwell in? I try to excel but I feel no movement Can I be free of this unreleasable sin
(they shouted) Play that funky music (play that funky music) Play that funky music (you got to keep on playing funky music) Play that funky music (play that funky music) Play