The last thing that old Lucky said Was come now Daniel, a closed mouth don't get fed The last thing that old lucky did Was old lucky looked out for this
my number one girl Always makin time for you I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you
brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't get sooped, my friend You think you've made it, you're just a lucky
ranges. You'd never find a love that's closest all the time. Distance, Distance, Distance, Distance It's why I leave before I make myself say goodbye again Goodbye Goodbye again
I hear another word so don't go opening your jibs 'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know
way But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day You could have turned guns into roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two times
' on your door Asking if you'll still let me in Won't you stay, won't you stay? Yo, why do girls always wanna talk about leaving? She says, she's gone again And this time
le Le do lo le lo le Lucky you were born that far away so We could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again Lucky we're in love in every way Lucky to
home lonely Club like song Fresh from the bottles Tryin to get lucky like lado Do it to your pass out That's the motto for prado Insinuing lucky I saw
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever
d go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home, We went there by subway train She took me there time and time again
my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my lucky, lucky
holyfield (fuckin up the beat is what I'm known for) And the funky little nigga is who this muthafuckin song's for Once upon a time there lived lucky Lucky got fucked because lucky
doubt) There comes a time in every nigga life When he's face to face with that ole', kill or be killed And here I go again, grabbin' my steel 'Cuz now
spine The future on my hands I'm standing here alone With open arms again Tomorrow ain't no stranger There'll be a lucky star And love will find it's
He got lucky, got lucky one time Hitting with the girl in room five-o-nine She turned her back on him facing the frame Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come
