Lyrics:
wait to be with you (ha ha)
Loving you is all I want to do
[Fresh Prince:]
(Christopher Williams)
10 o'clock my flight lands
Can't wait to hold
In Mercea? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR: What do you mean?
GUARD #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR: The swallow may fly south with
I'm praying to Jesus, I hope that he hears
Christopher Robin, he does what he's told
Christopher's a darling, his heart glistens like gold
Christopher
're singing on Christopher Street
I feel the vibe
Just walking by
Passing the jazz bands
Playing live
I'm dancing in my
Dress shoes
Sometimes you can't control
Dear Christopher, I wanna talk to you
I know by now you've been feeling blue
You don't quite know what's going on inside
But here I am, here to tell
(what?)
Do y'all feel me? Really?
Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley
Get off our knees, that's if you're with me
Get off your knees, that's if
only makes you a target
I'm trying to get hot with what's not on the market
All I know how to do is win
I've become quite good it's become my thing
Fuck
when
I put him to sleepnow dream Cass'
(DreamCast) i'm a crocodile
They say I'm the best as soon
As I jot it down
What sense do this make? How
You
I aint Christopher Columbus
But I know my way around
Playing shows playing foes
Throwing everybody pounds
Tell my city niggas what up
And if you
Together or solo
It doesn't matter where we are, oh no, no
So if you hear about my lady, just know
That she ain't the one to play with, oh no
And I
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
Time to grow up!
The loners in life
Love themselves too much
Christopher Robin
What can't you see?
Life is too short
To think about peace
I've always
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Clutching the phone till my hands were sore
I never understood pain before, Christopher
You cannot know what it does to me
Hearing you speak with
Words by Christopher Cross and John Bettis
Music by Christopher Cross and Michael Omartian
We all know how the story begins
How we fall so easily
stuntin'
Long as they print money
It's gon' keep comin'
I know you hear my Jeep runnin'
I ain't pumpin' gas, they gon' keep pumpin'
Ride through the hood
lyrics
I'd love to hear it
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number
It's 1-800-I'M-A-DICK-SUCKER-I
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
I'm not breathing any better
My lips crack with every grin, yeah
I hear a scraping plead of branches
Against my broken window
Why do I let you
You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help
What good is it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like, hell,
Backsons do
More about what Backsons do? Why don't we hear some thoughts from you
Maybe they make ya sleep too late
Yes, yes that's good, that's great
I
damn they don't wanna be ya
It ain't no limit to what we could do
Holla if ya hear me girl you know I'm comin' through
I'm out here on the grind
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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