[chorus] finding myself finding myself finding myself finding myself finding myself find yourself i'm running in circles it's you i'm thinking of and if you don't want to talk then this
slowest of speeds, hoping that our loves exceeds our insecurities. finding myself... i'm running in circles, it's you i'm thinking of, and if you don't want to talk then this
't creep after work take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I can't get along so I day dream on my way
've changed You got dough and changed You got dough and you changed Baby you changed It wasn't the same You got dough and changed You got dough and you
about a man who never lived a lavish life, Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites, A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake, He
' but another day, know I ain't gonna lie I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (Every day)
D) Year And A Day MC, for what I am, and do The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true So as pray and hope and the message is sent And I am living in the
be on this corner I still wanna see California But this is my world [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:] "It's your world" [Common] Yeah [Verse 2] Life and death law around us Four pounds and
day long Another Mike Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you?ll never catch Mr. Jones He?s got a gang that?s far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age
! I've seen the light in the dawning day I've seen love - in a burning haze Don't you tell me I squandered this precious life For much too long I listened
power and the passion The age of reason It's all in the game Please don't let me be misunderstood If I walk on by one fine day I say a little prayer
bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation Verse 2 You came from a long line of killers and
get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me And if you want it harder baby, come and
you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady, how you like me And if you want it harder baby, come and bite
was Mrs. Crabtree and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip Down to the bingo parlor And she drew, men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And
Chorus 1: And she longed to see the world, and converse with other girls As they laughed and talked and walked along the boulevard To float to Paris and
not be restrained, for like some automaton she tirelessly thrusts and tears herself against her fetters, heedless of injury. And so she walks and
