a song to make love to Wasting years at alarming rates I can't just leave my life to fate If I could just find a new career One that involves a little
blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That's my Sureno blues That'
they want it than they love it If they don't than they can suck it And, what I mean by it You should re-try it I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
from it What you learn in the process, what you make of it Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it Shoulda packed a parachute for
see The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love
abstract or I'm too deep [drums] Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought Falling off the deep end without a bungee [Wooo!] 'Cause life is a circus
myself a real good time Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard Where you got to be hard or get jacked It lacked a certain sense of something Something basic
know just how this happened, Didn't think it ever could. I'm the author of sappy love songs, Trading in my bachelorhood. Something snapped deep inside me, Something
order to demonstrate this dance of incredible awesome power, you need a lot of people; you need a line, as a matter of fact. this has been a dance that
you at all I'll keep trying to make it through No matter what you say I'm a fool who still loves you Bring me a brighter day Oh there's something sad
few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we
let a stranger in every now and then? Why do sucker emcees spit loud and claim to be the hardest And then sit down to write their rhymes With a dictionary plus a
the Knife From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is dropping on down You know that cement is for the weight dear You can make a large
'bout a love so new You opened my heart to a brand new start My love's there wherever you are I won't let no one take you away You took the ease off
a stranger in every now and then? Why do sucker emcees spit loud and claim to be the hardest And then sit down to write their rhymes with a dictionary plus a
ever happened, I didn't think it ever could, I'm the author of sappy love songs, Trading in my bachelorhood. Something snapped deep inside me, Something
