Lyrics:
thing is
I just don't, I just don't wanna be free
Scared to be by myself
I was just, I was just sitting here thinking
About your sweet kiss
Another unsuspecting Sunday afternoon
Monday is a funny thing
Still waiting for the phone to ring
Will my imagination take it slow? Oh, yeah
How
I got you, I don't wanna lose you
Great things are coming you probably know
Sweet thing I mean It, I don't wanna lose you
My love in the air, but it's
rushes through the sky
Like the blurry memory of a race car zooming by
My fingers shiver
My shutter shudders
Not fast enough to capture where the wind
sales makin
Niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap
Now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded
In my knuckles for a Mac-10
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things
I'm living a life
like it when she call me by my real name
And my dick becomes super saiyan
Hit a bitch three times now that's a hattrick
We're playing the hitting games
spoke through your own tongue, halfway to broke
You and your friend aren't the only things that can choke
Sing me a sweet lullaby
Follow me down into
I've had the help of loved ones and many friends who stood by me
And without their favor I would have given up a long long time ago
I remember my boyhood
There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul that snaps my control
It's a funny thing but every time I'm near you
I
Believer last things last
By the grace of fire and flames
You're the face of the future
The blood in my veins, oh ooh
The blood in my veins, oh ooh
But they
me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of fire and flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my
starting to drip
Saying too many sweet thing's just a flowing from my lips
I don't need your coins I need the change and a tip
What should I do at times
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
feel like running
Help me to run to you
Be my strength when I am weak
Like only you can do
Your mercy washes over me
I'm covered by your grace
Your sweet
I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothin' is ever obtained
Introverted but I'm
violent
Often times a lil quiet
Stayed true to herself
But also always open minded
One day things ignited
With the two the room silenced
Some drama and my
actin' funny now, oh, she's got money now."
Tryin' to do my thing, y'all, need you on my team,
But you ain't gon' stop my dream, or block my cream.
I
I...maintain and do this rap thing?
Yo, can I...kick it?
[Mannie Fresh]
Yes, you can
[B.G.]
Well, I'm gon' kick it ? You bitches understand?
I'ma get my n's
woulda happen to sweet old Jane
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) [x2]
Jane's lifestory was a tragic one
She started gettin high, cause she said it was
My tongue is tied by twisted words
That long to fly like calling birds
Oh, Love
The things I dream of
Let's rage against the setting sun
Remember
and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
I've seen you 'round here just last night
Today she been by maybe two or three times
Are you listening
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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