Lyrics:
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Call you Shakira baby, hips don't lie
Why does the moon always
Have to rise
When I have you
By my side
Never gonna
Close my eyes
Stayin'
With you
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
Girl you know we fly
Talkin' 'bout the moon, I showed you how to get high
Then I took your hands and dance, dance all night
You know how it goes
Late
that usually falls last has ended up in my lap to rest with
Set the mood right
Flame move sway like waves in the moon light soothing to the boom mic
Take me to a place
Where no one else can go
Where I can barely walk
And I don't care at all
Open up your eyes and
Gaze into blue skies
Fly me
The full moon shines in the southern sky
Changes all what's passing by
Crazy Louis buys some cans
And now it's time for other plans
Walks down
Maradona
Crip walk
But I still got blood in me
Wanna hate
But I still I got love in me
Moon walk
Till the moon stops bothering me
Tiktok
Till my songs world
I'm so sick right now I got corona
Trappin' on the streets all by my lonely
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
I'm so sick right now I got corona
Nigga best play by the rules
Ain't dissin on bob I'm a builder but really hate using my tool
Everyone staring amazed by the way we walk into the room
Best
be balling
Girl pick up the phone because I know you hear me calling
Yea , now I'm outside your door
If I walk in I bet not catch you with no other
your neck
and hold you by your leather jacket
I will hold you
I will pay for you
I will love you
If it makes you feel better !
Sometimes I feel
window down, I'm the waves that crash the sea
Well, you can't cancel hope
Or the soft moon glow
No, no, no, you can't cancel me
By your side or far away
Written and Recorded by Hank Snow
The Law Of Love has ruled again, dear,
You said goodbye and went your way.
In chains of sorrow you have bound me,
I chose the moon over the earth
Watching the blue planet rise
I can't breath in your paradise
I' alive where hope dies
I tried to read your mind
You
Considering astrology keep your ideology (yeah)
searching every part of me
Faith ain't what it outta be (walk by faith)
As for my genealogy I'm giving no
By the age 9 I learned to throw these fists
At 22 to run my mouth
Now it's time to practice so by 45
I'll pass right through your skin into your soul
Just take a look at today's moon
Just make my mood ay... see u soon
Check your hearing better
My sound will clean your ears
I'm taking money for my
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
started falling on my thighs
Feel like Im running laps around the old I
Woulda never happened without you by my side
So the least I can do is bring you
Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your
got fucking straps nigga
Put you on your lap nigga
You a fucking cap nigga (Gang)
I'm a real trap nigga
Man I really clap niggas
Take you off the map
I saw you strolling by your solitary
Am I nosy? Very, very
I'd like to be a juicy huckleberry
What you're after is a gal
We're both in luck for
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