? say my thanks and be on my way i gotta feel it, hear it today when i look back, does it bother me i'll never let it get in my way say my thanks and
on my way i gotta feel it, hear it today when i look back, does it bother me i'll never let it get in my way say my thanks and be on my way i gotta
Columbus when you discover me Under the covers undercover in reverie readily I'd say I was bigger than Jesus [7EVEN:] Stand off/hands off Save the formal apology for my
I don't want the fame I just wanna play the game Beads around my wrist and around my ankle You bought my record so now I thank you Now it's time for me
workin' woman I put on my pants, put on my shoes I pray to God, paid all my dues I'm tryin' to win, seems like I was born to lose All I can say, yeah
never really got a chance to say good-bye And even though you're gone, you're always on my mind I never really got a chance to say goodbye To all my
me money My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
with no less shame And I wanna thank You, Lord More than all of my words can say (I give my life) So I give my life to sing Your praise I say I wanna
around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say, "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say, "I'm busy, thank
that it scares my mother...thanks. The last time the heightened-state-of-awareness switched from yellow to orange my mother called me, and my mother
I'm crazy never knew this type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough.... I'm in love with my money... mm mm [Chamillionaire
'm crazy never knew this type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough I'm in love with my money... [Chamillionaire] You
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
my last name is 187 shit is getting hicted thug and convicted they all want my dope cuz my shit is so addicted im down for my lana my shit is pure scama
my heart [06:36.55]Oh, I wanna a commander of my love [06:40.65]I don't wanna a doctor for my lonely heartache [06:47.10]My heart bleeds - love
hour. Yes! Keeping it real for 1998, and so on, 98.7 on your FM dial, baby, you're my heart. YOU'RE MY HEART, YOU'RE MY SOUL
forgettin', every second 24/7, I'm a forgetful servant, I gotta be prayin' though Appreciatin' when suffering, calamities call My soul be hospitalized and all gonna be alright To all my
