Close enough to start a war All that I have is on the floor God only knows what we're fighting for All that I say, you always say more I can't keep up
I?m High as hell, Swagger right, Flow like afterlife I Got a gorilla appetite, I Make your wife my snack tonight, Why you still white like Aphrodite The
She says, what do you call love Well I call it harry Oh, please I'm being serious What do you call love Well I don't call it family and I don't call
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system
TURN YOUR RADIO ON Writer Albert E. Brumley Come and listen in to a radio station, where the mighty host of Heaven sing, Turn your radio on (turn your
I've come to fill you up I've come to taste the price I'll pay I've come to leave a note I've come to see you on and off again There have been tragic
I can't keep my eyes off you Face to face, you're a dream come true Make me shake, the way you do Sexually, I'm attracted to you You're really, really
Let go of the fear Let go of the fear Let go of the fear Let go of the fear Let go of the fear Let go of the fear Your covenant to thoughts could bide
you disappear and throw your mind your rules for nothing most the time a fitting tribute no one hears so let them have it lose your
You make me so good, To be around, Feeling like you should, Wont get you down. I've been crawling through the morning, Soporific, never lazy, Mind's
Hey, how ya keeping? I guess it's been a whilea?¦ I heard, You've been sleeping, That always made you smile... Why is it I'm so ashamed when we meet
Wake up inside what once was Hard to go out just because Nothing is left of it now. Try to explain it somehow. Nothing between those two ears Except
In these valuable days in the most callous of ways yeah, this is where it's at I'm quite aware of that So please just leave what you've become it
Don't think I've been in love and don't intend to be but sitting here right now's the closest thing for me I won't be here much
Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! 2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah! I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in the
The Earth is a song Every creature lives to sing There's summer and fall Then there's winter then there's spring When winter's too long You might think
You got a question? Please don't ask It puts the lotion in the basket You say bigger's better but bigger's bigger White boy dressed up like a figure