Lyrics:
language of relaxation.
The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying,
My will to survive is like I’m
the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 2 – Omni
The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell
anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing or two to qualify.
For instance:
He must be able to dance.
He must make life a romance.
I said
pay I pray
Make this money come my way
Small boy just want to pull up (pull up)
Living large is all we pray for, Getting money is all we pray for
make a date through tonight,
and then before hell breaks loose,
I'll just turn up the juice.
I say:
Hey all you people my name is mr smalls,
and some
(Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
You know
Sit down or lie down in a comfortable position
cnd take a moment to make any small adjustments so that your body feels
5 or maybe even 10 percent
the exhale again with an audible sigh letting go of any worries or to dos and inviting in more relaxation...This time take the deepest breath of the day,
me
I won't ask you to sit up
I give you that same energy
I know that we enemies
Thats why I keep my distance
It's better that way for instance
They'll
a beautiful place
Sky was full of stars
Where she was looking at
All the ground, under her hands
There were small, shining, colourful stones
She shouldn't
I'm convinced that I am stronger when standing in one place
Just sometimes I don't have the choice
There are instances when I no longer see your
let you pass me
[The Lox]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
doing so great
Never think your body less
Never think your body small
Thinking money pass life can even make man dull
I love you, you can never know
Yeah
Jennifer i'm done with reason
Jennifer, I got me a gun me I'm done with reason
Take ur bag and run this instance
I never needed me a paper chaser
U aint
her lil head
Caressed the small body
I shed a thousand tears of joy it was a party
A celebration for life thats been givin
I thank the lord for my
embraced by the soft material of your favorite sweater.
You're taking a long breath in, feeling the sweet scent of a nighttime relaxation.
With the breath
Yeah yeah yeah
Never feeling local
boy I'll be sounding so global (so global)
I'm going gaga when I take the compass
For instance I love to see your
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!
Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!
And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven
freedom can burn?
Is sticky ever blue?
For instance, where's my husband?
This is what I need.
Why I can't stay.
God, this is the devil.
Too bad he's
bust multiple assaults in small interims
As horrid as Borris Kolaf was
When I cut your neck, leave a little piece of skin
So the head won't fall off
instance.....
Lyin' awake nights, listenin' for coughs and cries and creakin'
floorboards.....hah-hah, and me comin' in too late.
Boy, you had the eye
the price of meat what it is
When you get it
If you get it
Ha ha ha!
Good, you got it
Take, for instance
Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Business
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