Lyrics:
The aftermath, a second growth
The period immediately following an unusual event
This is brought to you by the makers of funky music
Coming directly to you from
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap
VIBRcTE- CHECK THIS OUT
New release by the artist Vibrate, Check This Out is a song of house music, on the side we find the ""jazz version"" a deep
it's no catastrophe.
Yeah! And say now
Baby, Baby, Don't Cry, Baby, Baby, Don't cry,
Baby, baby, here's why,
Love is here standing by,
Love
by ear
I'll have to leave behind
To reensure them in
And wanting oh so clear
Deep insert of time
I catch my breath to find I've got so
niggas that look up to me
(yeah)
Lick her from the rooter to the tooter
Now she stuck with me
She pull out her phone, I up the Glock
I'm not 600 Breezy
No way out
No way out
You’ll have to see it all
until the curtains fall
You leave and hide
Every time
your secrets come to light
Deep in this cup
No way out
No way out
You’ll have to see it all
until the curtains fall
You leave and hide
Every time
your secrets come to light
Deep in this cup
Words and music by joel lindsey & regie hamm
Sometimes we don't see eye to eye
We don't agree, we don't know why
But jesus prayed that we'd be one
Now I think it's time to go
For I have prolonged my stay
I can tell by the clouds that cover the moon
That it's time to be on my way
I could
Nights came tralling ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes
Dark eyed girl, I always remember
That you love me somewhere out there
You really love me in time to the music
How you love me wildly in my heart
heard a quiet man is half a man
With no sense of pride
If I have to cry to keep you I don't mind weepin'
If weepin' gonna keep you by my side
Ain't
[repeats until music fades out].
on your potential
I play the music loud, drowning out the baby cries
Had a fan in my window whip with 1985
Shoes untied with a snotty nose
I done viewed
I still love you
Cry baby cry
And dream with the deep blue sea
You're like a sexy rose with all the thorns and leaves
So come out and dance under
that passes by
You don't seem to care
It's making me cry
So I'm packing up my bags
Gonna make my getaway
Get myself together
I can't go on this
You played hookie from school and you can't go out to play, yeah
Mama said, for the rest of the week, in your room you gotta stay, yeah
Oh ho, now
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered
By the blood of the King
I don't do black music I
Don't do white music
I do
by dogs waiting for a ride
the cars humming and strumming the air
with coarse teeth and hair
i have learned what comes with you
dog man fleshy dog man
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
Words and music by Sting turn on my VCR
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us
It's deep-rooted, the music of being
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