Lyrics:
you,
Dreamin' of you
And what I'm gonna do
When I have you alone
You heard the message on your cell phone
Me sayin' daddy's home (Ohh wow)
I'm
From the very moment I first met You
I was captured by Your every word
Lord I'd be such a fool to forget You
And the message I have heard
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
worlds
Carried by the hands of destiny,
Which take me up beyond the time...
Where awareness and dreams become the same
Beyond the start and the end!
why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
Don't be deceived by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
Chorus
Chose
or respect me
But you know me like nobody else
Please forgive me, don't leave me by myself
[Chorus 2x]
Sorry for the mishaps, I never meant to fail you
You Bitch about misery
And say you feel trapped by me.
I can't figure out where you're coming from.
I met your other face today.
It shot a look that
Never claimed to be a model citizen, but I'm getting by
Used to drink and once I ate a whole cigarette,
But now I'm doing fine
Had to work out
to
Spit the message out until I reach
My last breath my physical awareness
Plus my continuous mind pülus the Live
Microphone equals righteous rhyme
So
sound
Walk outside watch the trees
And their whispering a message to me
They say ?follow the sound of peace
Return to the road where you used to sleep
In
and a warning
Sending a message to corrupted searchers dedicated to exploring
My feet are firmly planted where I stand
and it would take all you have to knock me
My flight-ticket says Tampa I'm coming over was the message
That I sent her 12 hour horror flight
Still in a good temper till I saw
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Want to be a baller shot
the message
Tryin' to deport us if they can't destroy and arrest us
Government front religious, but their heart is empty
Like a televangelist preachin' out
the phone conversation aint me tryin to twerk
And don’t text message, me hit me on my 2way
Talkin bout lookit man I’m tryin to get a 2way hang
trying hard to see
I can tell by your middle finger that you're warming up to me
Satisfaction
Bad attraction
Satisfaction
Bad attraction
You
keep pullin' me down
But like Ron Artest been known to rebound
And like Roy Jones, I'm pound for pound
Spittin' a different kind of message over
the phone conversation aint me tryin to twerk
And don’t text message, me hit me on my 2way
Talkin bout lookit man I’m tryin to get a 2way hang
Her mighty fine thighs silhoutted by sky-rise
Place the know how, behind my eyes
To take something unfortunate
And show them they're a fortune in my
message survives once it becomes buyable
If you want to make a difference keep it DIY-able
It's time to give a second thought
To what's been gained
message is blunt
They make their money, but they're doing it wrong
Kissing ass and writing radio songs
Bying their records and seeing their shows
Written by The Osmonds
There's a message floatin' in the air
Crazy horses ridin' everywhere
It's a warning, it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them
There ain't nothin' in the world
That can take away my memories
Of my travels through the great northwestern
Mountain scenery
With my woman by my
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't hear you no more
Don't leave no message 'round her back door
They say the old laughing lady been here before
She
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