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An nuh anything whey fit lion fit crocodile
Thru vanity some bwoy blood a boil
But wi a guh show dem who a big man
from who a little child.
Caw flex a bwoy

Chorus:
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar

Like you lived in an atlas
Give you the facts
You need a little more practice
Spit a bit for some cats
Who sit and listen to rap shit
The pick

I know that my grip was a little to tight,
But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right
I guess I'm sorry for that.

But if you think

you noticed yet
We act a little different
Without all our friends around
It's not the same
And

I wouldn't be here
If I didn't like you
I don't wanna

we are

Getting good at saying goodbye
I feel a little less, each time they walk away
Don't even stop to wonder why
It's not the reason that stays
But

Well, I can still recall the first time that I first laid my eyes on you

I can't believe all the years that have passed since

Or just how little we

Polished up the whip and now I'm pullin up 
Passing 82nd we be creepin but we goin up
Ridin through my city sittin pretty wit a bad little bitty
She

is enough
And every time I come to this place
I get more then just a little buzz
I don't know how much longer before I drown
I don't know if I've gone

to a paper doll
and you can't kiss a picture on the screen
I'm no cheshire cat from some wicked fairy tale
Just ask little six year old Norma Jean.

I got no

Every defeat's a little death.
It's a disaster for the weak,
but for me it's just a challenge,
a passage to another me.
And therefore, rouged with

face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place

Verse 7:

It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine

wrong
Are the little things enough to break this off?

When the sun, it goes down on a parking lot
Do you run? Do you fight? Do you not
Settle down or can

Throw your script
Out the window
I will show you
Show you the way

Tell me what would you do? 

Can we use imagination baby?
Could we get a little freaky

I am perfect nothing, 

imperfect somethings. 

I am extroverted. 

A little crazy, but less than perverted. 

I can look in the mirror. 

What was

I'm standing on this wooden pier
Just people getting along
A little boy with his fishing gear
And an old man playing a song
I took a picture of these

Everybody wants somebody
A little more than they should
Everybody'd take that body
If Everybody could

Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody hides

one of those days when I'll do just not a thing

Lazing 'til the hour's late then maybe I'll sleep just a little wink



I know that breakfast can wait

the floor
So, I'll clean up a little more

But til then, I promise you, I'll be good
I promise you, I thought I never would
Promise you time would take

could see things coming but it
must have been meant for me
No sacrifice, no glory
I admit it, gave a little more than I really had
But it's for the best

Life's a rope, everyday's a little tug of war
Take it too easy and you might end up muddy and coarse
But if you hold it at the hip
You just might win

maker
The managers damn lucky get yah
Talking about dealing, dopin
A little something about god
My brother got shot in the head
My brother got shot in

She can make the birds and bees
get down on their little knees
she can whisper to the breeze
and make her tear the bark off trees 

She can make

your mother
or your little brothers
i took them just to ease their pain
but i love you just to use you
i see how he abused you
but all of that will