Lyrics:
grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
Verse 1: CJ Fly
Feel the air this night is for romance,
Taste the wine la belle Jeane let's dance,
On and on, the magic lingers on,
Through the night a memory
la-dee-doh, dah-ah-dee
Come the sea dare your ship to sail,
By the morning light you'll wear a skin grown pale
In earthen rapture you'll be carried away,
By
can feel it in the air and I ain't even cleared the fog yet
HOOK:
Care less what they say bout me
You know I'm yellin', "C'est La Vie, C'est La Vie"
desired
It’s right there under the tree
By the fire
Snow is falling
The vibe is right
It’s litty, its far
From a silent night
We got people in the club
With
should be a workday for her unless today is a holiday of some sort. I suppose that's possible
Americans love a three-day weekend. Maybe it's st. Eat
THIS HEAT?
ALWAYS BRINGING ME INSANITY
WARM AIR CURBING MY HEART-BEATS
AS HE DOES WHEN HE LIES TO ME
THERE IS JUST FIRE IN YOUR EYES
AND IT BURNS
I´M
, there is no gravity here?
Look up - the roof is gone and the long hand moves
Right on by the hour.
Look up - the roof is gone
The roof is gone, the roof
With the song I write and the beat I ride
(Do you wanna get high)
Like the sun in the sky
Rolls into the moon at night
All I need is you by my
the river shining, a city that never sleeps, the romance is the air, the lovers are feeling the love that is in the air. But still walking by myself,
young man
An me will surely give di remedy
One by one
Born Jamericans is di crew
From the streets of Washington
Where nuff people smoke crack
Now august that year'd been the month of trickery|With long and sour spaces bewitching me|And leaving me up in the air with no space for my wings|But
like the Lochnes
Stay up late just wrappings boxes
Light the tree up like a pothead
Singing Jesus Christ is not dead
Stories by the fire
Magic in the air
sacred but
Some things are precious
Hallelujah for that
The map is not the terrain
Memorize it and then burn it
The love in the sky does not have a name
in
And to my next opponent
Don't even rest a moment
I'm so West!
(Hell, yes) with no extra's on it
LA dodgers, AK's
Choppers and the kids hit
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
Paris
Will be singing to you!
Ooh La La
Ooh La La
Ooh La La!
Paris holds the key to l'amour
And not even Freud knows the cure.
There's love in
So many ladies (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo' real)
Ladies (Remix)
[Chorus]
Amadou
I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your love, plus hard work and ambition
We gonna make it through, my songs is
this is your death and as your teeth disintegrate
Beneath the shadow of the shovel with the dirt falling into your face
In the deep dark pussy full
anything you do, but, bitch, if you tell on a nigga
What is at stakes for us (I love y'all, If you tore up out here)
Kickin' off power mirrors (fuck you,
that this is us and it's do or die (Love you boo)
Trials and tribulations are prevalent
The hatin's in the air and I can tell by the smell of it (Ah ha
heart is lost to you
My heart is lost to you
Maybe it was the music, the way it moved with your hair
Or the heat of the moment that hung in the air
hold of the mic tight tonight's the night
The vibe is live pump up the base
I got tentacles coming out my face
I rise into the air cut myself open
Warm
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