Lyrics:
surrounded by plants and lights and shit.
And all kinds of little erotic artifacts. We could have breakfast in bed.
.... Oh!
I have an Italian cook. Jerome
Shall we do this thing by the books?
.... What are you doing to me?
Shall we give in to our biggest fears?
.... Are you afraid?
Are you gonna dance with
Gospel song Lyrics
Composer /Write: Rottson Garry Rottson
Title of song: Upendo
Performed by: Frida Rottson
Verse1:
Kama ningetoa mwili wangu
by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect order,
I gave the doctor my description
I tried to stick to my prescriptions
Someday I'll have
measured confidence
I'm just a 27 year old bag of nerves and broken joy
Not my inner voice by choice
Bag of nervous broken joy
Not my inner voice by choice
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
Greatness is not measured by it's size
But rather how it's humble compromise
Folds around the little things in life
Greatness is not measured by it's size
I
Now now right now
Difficult to measure
The value of a person’s life
For some, it’s measured by
The human beings it leaves behind
FOR OTHERS by faith,
KEEP MY DOLLcR
INTRO by Cathy Hughes
Keep my Dollar, keep my dollar, I'm gonna keep my dollar
CHORUS
I'm gonna Keep my dollar.... In my hood
Cause
by myself
cnd When I'm walking in the room bitches say I look wealthy ...
BIG BcG ON ME .... Now my pockets look healthy ... 2 bad Hoes that's ...
lil shawty gimme head .... SMACK THAT ASS UNTIL ITS RED .... I stop fucking with them Lame I pop out by myself cause I’m the shit stay in your lane
But everyone thinks of money as an indicator of happiness
Everyone thinks happiness is measured by money
Everyone thinks that real success should come
the spirit flies
Chorus
So your story's sold and told
Lessened by the buy
Measured wide by word and gold
Drop the rope and fly
So your story's sold and told
....I see over you niggas .... ain't no blocking the view
I just lock it and load it .... wats a nigga to do
I'ma get it tho by any means ain't no
met his maker
And he’s measured by the undertaker
Scorn a woman if you forsake her
If you forsake her
Oh today he met his maker
And he’s measured by
Standing proud before the signal
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand by you
Or else we just don't see the others
Find some
Measured silence in my bed
Waiting on the tomb
Endless times as I float on by
Like an echo to this doom
I'm like the only one
Under desert sun
Reaching out
....
....
....
....
....
Do you remember the rain?
Do you remember the rain?
Do you remember the rain?
Do you remember the rain?
Do you remember
oil, drugs, we'll win the war by givin' love
And it's days like this that I just wanna be remembered forever
That's life measured, intended for light
Distance can't be measured by the heart
Love isn't affected even if you are apart
Age is like distance, it's just a big number
But you're still my
of the afternoon
He became her entire world
cnd she cried like a little girl
The line between pleasure and pain
Can't be measured by means of the brain
Mere reason
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Low light starts to gather
Clocks stop, time isn't measured
Final days beckoned
The time to be reckoned
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Oh, ramblin' fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my disease
Ramblin' fever
The kind that
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