Lyrics:
Wine Into Water
Written by: DEAN DILLON, HANK COCHRAN, VERN GOSDIN
Lyrics © GEORGIA FALL MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, SonyATV Music
There ain't nothin' wrong (There Just ain't nothin' Right)
Written by: DEAN DILLON, HANK COCHRAN, VERN GOSDIN
Lyrics © GEORGIA FALL MUSIC, Universal
and buggering up
And chickening out and pissing about
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge
ARTHUR: Oh, Robin! ROBIN: My liege! It's good
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
attack my name is too
$Hort baby I don't play that jack one young tender lost all hope I slapped her
In the face with my dunkie rolls another young sucka
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
space and time for (shine like)
Opportunity designed for you and me
Obscured by my divinity (I wanna be hand in hand with you)
Reaching, stretching
is in my view
I'ma get it right, just so you
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
will be forgiveness and a great reward in paradise
So perhaps you, Muhammad, may wish to disregard a part of what is revealed to you, and your heart
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
Watch good love go bad
Smoke from a distance
Fire burning me
Oh, babe, the heaven can't wait
I need these hints
I'm feeling.....My heart is appealing
oh! oOoh
Put your hands in the air now bounce
Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my religion's you
When
Save the hoes for the garden
I be balling more than harden
When my bank account says zero I'm still winning cause my heart in
Came along way from
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
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