Lyrics:
(The one who made the world thank you )
onye na-eme mma Imela (The one who does good thank you)
Yahweh Imela - God thank you x2
Agu na eche mba Imela
first it all was looking good
I stayed up later than i should
Cause you were a couple hours behind
But you still called me every night
Until one day you
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
your heart
You could turn on your stereo and play your saddest songs
Sit by your window and stare out all night long
But if you look up you'll see
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
friends, let's reach for the sky.
In this song we sing, in this world we create,
Our spirits are high, and it's never too late.
With good friends beside us,
and every night, yeah
I love you
I love you
Winter's over, looking up
Can't remember last time I got so much sun
Feeling good with no drug
I remember getting
Woke up Saturday morning like damn what's up
Right next to me I had some drink in my cup
Don't remember the night before I got to fucked up
Now I'm
He thinks he's destined to lose, intends to fail.
But Kevin Jones we post your bail.
You wouldn't spend the night in jail.
Looking for something good
tell me this her favorite song
Highly intelligent when she give dome
I keep her close to my heart like a rib bone
Said I was gonna blow by my fifth song
Tell the radio good-night
All alone once more, Angie baby
Angie baby, you're a special lady
Living in a world of make-believe
Well, maybe
how you ILL-u-min-ate, and finish Lyt, good night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me get you right
You got that for me? You got that for me?)
Brought
to speak to
Some callers, you know
See if by them tellin’ us what
Their favourite song is –
Oh, that’s actually a really good idea
If we got a sequel for
perfect
I won't quit 'til the good Lord says my work is done
Like a faded out song on the radio, done
Like the cowboy gets the girl when the credits roll
Enemy good friend whatever
I just don't want to be
By myself all night
Come on over and practice your guitar
Come on over and play the drums
Come
the other night
Yeah, he was gonna put a diamond on her hand
Then he caught her runnin' 'round with another man
So I booked me a ticket for the early AM
When the World Was Young
Wherever I go they call me by name
And that in it'self is some kind of fame
I'm good for a laugh, and a drink, and a game
leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
You drop a dime in the box play a
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be
There are lots of special people staying in or passing through
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night
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