Lyrics:
on the Falun Gong
They've seen the end and you can't hold on now
'Cause it would take a lot more hate than you
To end the fascination, even with your iron
a lot of money about a year ago
Spent all my money on a rock 'n' roll show
I got a lot to tell, ain't got nothing to show
All we got to live on is
them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin' 'em
There's danger lurkin' in
Them
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom
a lot of places and I've seen a lot of things
Many broken hearts and shattered dreams
I've bragged of many conquest of how love fell at my feet
Oh is this
let's be friends
Do, do do doo do do do doo
Baby, let's be friends, let's be friends
There's a lot of talk going 'round now
Let 'em talk you know
Like a grain of sand
That wants to be
A rolling stone
I want to be the man
I'm not
And have the things
I really haven't got
And that's a lot
to tell them that I love you a lot.
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers a friend.
Use to hate to go to school
I never
a syringe now proud of your binge.
Got a lot of new friends, got a lot of new ends
Bought a house up in the hills fronting shouts to the pen
Giving false
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three
The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you
Oh, all around
a plot of
Not a lot of land
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou swell, thou witty
Thou grand
I'd feel so rich
In a hut for two
lot better than none
Don't you know that everybody's somebody's fool
You watch somebody running game
But ya never have a clue
Somebody's breaking
make a tender ass
To all the dogs that bark a lot
Who don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
We'll be creepin' in the parking lot
Motherfuckers don't
times roll
Let the good times roll
Come on it soothes my soul
Oh let the good times roll
Come on, come on, come on
A lot of people live in make
all gonna drop
You don't even get, paid a whole lot
So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!
Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!
Lookin for
A lot of discussion and a lot of debate
So if I may take just a moment to say who Jesus is to me
Jesus is life, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Jesus is life, yeah, oh,
yo, I done met a lot of women in my lifetime
But see, it's not a lot of women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks with all the right
a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince
dreams when you're waking up, are fading away
Fading away, fading away
The good times we shared a lot, when you really cared a lot
Like steam from
up, straight up)
Lot of salt, lot of shade bein' thrown my way, man
I guess it's just the season (damn, throw it)
But I gotta thank God though
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry
all that mumble shit
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not 'bout shit in real life
And that's something that I had to realize
but it's gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
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