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a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
ear
If I were the clearer of the two
We could take a walk into the
Canyons of Fifth avenue
Sing and dance, just to name a few
All I do
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab, takes me
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the morning sun
Ruins of another country
Day has just begun
Blown by the desert breeze
No memory of trees
No mercy from the sky
No avenue to try
In the quiet
siedemnaście
Zajebałem drogocenny transport
Kiedy wsiadam do pociągu lub tramwaju
Nie pozwalam by kto za mną stanął
Nie o nie o nie o nie
Nie ma bata nie ma
drive by
On the corner hustling, roses and bean pies
N***** think they wavy but ain’t gotta surf board
Live from the West where we quake the earth’s core
a cool drink
Seeing Killa Cam rockin' all the new mink
Years fly by, miss em you would soon think
Take me back to Toon Link
Back in '98 baths in
infinite the way I smoke guaais nigga
I'm the product,plug and alchemist so run by Nigga
What you need
98'
with that girl again on Park & Franklin
Go to East Lake start speaking spanglish
Now I rap on 1st and 7th
Mainroom status
Lived here in '98 for 10 months
Streets Raised Me, Streets Made Me
No fasad, no flaw
Dat legendary War Ready shit,ready for war
Ol 98 Slim type, Give It 2'em Raw
N I'm doing just
Mmm, Ayy
Yeah, Ayy
I go by Lena
New to the game nice to meet you
I'm in a new season
I like my chicken with seasoning
I'm Black and Filipina
I
inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Originally recorded by Michael Jackson and by 98 Degrees.
Performed in S Club Party 2001 by Jon Lee.
I feel like I'm all alone
Don't got no one by my side
Don't feel you there no more
I'm losing touch I can't feel
I see you but nothing's real
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All Out Of Love
by Jagged Edge
Album :
Submitted by : bAbY AdOrkAbLe
Corrected by : Frooty
Rated : 9.8 (114 votes)
I'm lying alone with my head
I don't play, by your rules
Don't get, shit confused
Did my time, paid my dues
Set the table, ate my food
Get your fucking hands away from me you
THC
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
[00:12.94]Do it by myself don’t mean to pop ya bubble
Tryna ball like I’m
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Ah-yo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
mommy
Now im riding by myself, man me and my bro tommy
Man i thank God, that we made it out the trap
Im talking real life only speaking on these facts
imma save my cash
See the bartender I want me a glass but imma 98 baby so the shit won't pass,
Feeling like I'm chilling at a propane plant by the way
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