Lyrics:
Hey there!
(Hey there)
Oh yeah
Hey there
You, baby
Hey there
(Hey there)
I say, I say
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey there
(Hey, there)
You got me
I'll be
Oh oh,
statues.
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by.
But a little brown maverick is winkin' her eye. She said
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
the sun'll shine through
And, touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn
Some how, some way
I gotta make it up out the hood
you and me
All the meadow flowers are in bloom
A bluebell carpet over there
Feel a breeze caress your hair
A mighty oak will shade us on the way
A hand
flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,
can be? Maybe RIP (Gone)
Damn, this means I'm toast, no suicide note
Nope
You and I both know to do that's not O
No way
(There's no way I'd ever do
when I creep, I keep it in Jesus name
Cherries and berries are scary when your Puerto Rican
Getting pulled over with the fuzz at the window screaming
I
the many
There is only one woman with many faces
And the tree of life find seed in every man
With many names but he is one in man
we call you into being...
from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence
Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis
But ritical renaissance
In death there's a flautless
Tearin
good not to go
over again, going round the way they go around
too tight in the ass for florida's general chicago,
sensing the general strike in maud
the details
Sound real gory
'bout what to do
If the geeks over there
Don't believe in the book
We got over here
You can't run a race
Without no feet
'n pretty
CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT WITH YOU
(PERFORMED BY STEVE TYRELL)
WRITTEN BY MINNIE MURPHY, CHARLES SHYER
I DON'T WANT MY HOLIDAYS IN FRISCO OR L.A.
I
James brown,
I could still do what I do with no sound,
I made it off of verbs and nouns,
I deserve the crown,
I pushed it out of bounds,
I push dope by
don't want me, I'm runnin' wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the black and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years
handed over the box to him?
Last year in the month of Shaban 10th day.
Do you have any proof for that?
No, huzoor
When I was on my way to Muhammed Nazire's
timing on me
Got my stunners down while your stripping in the club
But when you bendin over gotta lift my stunners up
Eyes dark brown your skin is caramel
cherry lipstick
Never wash you off my face
Hit me, I can take your cheap shots
Leave you with the love we made
I set my watch by a street-side clock
cherry lipstick
Never wash you off my face
Hit me, I can take your cheap shots
Leave you with the love we made
I set my watch by a street-side clock
to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
Her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
She bent forward in
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
You love Dun Dip and cherry Coke
I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke
When I met you, I said my name was Rich
You look like a girl from
oak tree
Nibbled by minnows and licked by a salty sea
And I gotta say I'm amazed not in a good way at how much I don't remember
I just gotta hope
and these empty words of joy
So mom got me a little tree
She wanna make me believe in this time, again
The magic isn't over if you have the love
Of the ones
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