Lyrics:
Yeah yeah God is our supply
We took that leap of faith
Now we fly
God is our supply
Can't you feel it in the eye
Third have you heard
His blessings
a dance floor
You get what you're given it's all how you use it
I've been a girl with her finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors the truth I don't
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you
some sparkin to
How the hours fly, as the moon drifts by
How sweet the air as we stare at the sun
Oh how I'd love to linger here like this,
Hold
the air, bitches take their tops off
put the chronic in the air, then the shit popped off
shit popped off
[Verse One- Dr. Dre]
Late california night, out
as you're by my side
Hold tight, everything's gonna be alright
Only love, only love tonight
Like stars, we're burning so bright
Hold tight, everything's gonna
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast
And another thing they love
Is a certain photograph
You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek,
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you
dies
It evaporates into the sky
It is your air supply
Inhale, then exhale
It's bound to get you high
Potent like sour diesel
Is it good, is it evil?
Only
There's a warm little home on a hill
And the present that's hiding somewhere
And the world is so peaceful and still
You can almost hear love in
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
better
Knock a little harder, show the growth in his father
Similar in robberies, damn you gotta love it
All that spells in the air in better music for
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
business
You've always kept out of mine
I wonder what's on your mind
Sometimes they say love is blind
Maybe that's why the first time I dotted your eye
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
And so I became the butt of the joke
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke
Maybe you ran with
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
It knows me by name
Oh, the city's desire
To take me for more and more
It's in the street, getting under my feet
It's in the air, it's everywhere
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like
found, by finding each other
The love we waited for
I'm yours, you're mine
And in our hearts
The happy ending starts
What a lovely world
This
found, by finding each other
The love we waited for
I'm yours, you're mine
And in our hearts
The happy ending starts
What a lovely world
This
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
where to go
From the bridge we saw a meadow
So we ran together there
Where we found love together
Our emotions filled the air
The bridge, so wide
Eddie had a few days comin'
So he took a Las Vegas jaunt
Out to the land of supply and demand
Where you can get anything you want
He wasn't
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