So yes, I wonder would you cry If my heart doesn't beat If anyone of you people close to me Would put down a flower On the ground So yes, I wonder if
large fries. She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive faster speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
again Our hand will be now You are the song from the book of time To realize what is yours is mine we are meant to be All because our love has always
and clears your hallowed ground *So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love
It took ya momma 9 months to make it I say shake it, don't break it It took ya momma 9 months to make it Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground Scrub the ground
alcoholics let me see ya hands up what you drinkin on? Jaegerbombs lemondrops Buttery Nipples Jello Shots Kamikaze Three Wise Men fuck all that shit Get me some Gin Shots Patron on
fries with Cokes She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the
, oooh Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our
I lose Most come down, familiar ground a safer veiw No more concerned with if they win or if they lose The journey must be made The hand is dealt,
again Look again ... 10. Phantom Lover © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 I've got one foot on the altar, and the other on the ground Safe in the daylight sun I've got one hand
alone by ourselves Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him Stood our ground and we put this down It'll be my niggas we out on the
like you know me, I've never seen homie He try to lean on me I'ma put the beam on him Tele-screen on me, really if he only Knew that we split him like
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands) This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (Clapping your hands
' your money around and we don't play that Get in our line'll get you shot down (Nigga) We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on
skin with baby oil 'Till both of my hands get calloused Huh, a fly girl in my world No need to ask, you my girl Come on Got somethin' that you need to
you ain't got no more keep us divided with their greed and hate keep you struggling to put the food on your plate. Imagine if tomorrow the workers went on
should do an article on that in the magazine But they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell But I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean It'
I didn't feel half as horrible She gave me a heart attack just because she looked so adorable We both put our sunblock on, laid on the beach And vowed
