Lyrics:
couldn't care less what you do
But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
Spike heels
Who do you think is comin' to town
You'll never guess who
Lovable, hugable Emily Brown
Miss Brown to you
What if the rain comes pattering down
The House
Because The Furious Five are Gonna Turn It Out
So Young Ladies If You Think Ya Heard
You Heard Th Best Rap, You Heard The Best Word
This Is True
Who do you think is comin' to town
You'll never guess who
Lovable, hugable Emily Brown
Miss Brown to you
What if the rain comes pattering down
completed without the sun, moon and stars
That's man, woman and child
To all you fake-ass niggas who think you gonna survive out here
Without your Black
eyes
I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I
baby, when there's no time to think.
Little goody two shoes is here to clinch.
You can miss me by a mile or you can miss by an inch.
Don't move a muscle,
I know, I know
You're trying to save yourself baby
I'm not wrong
For stopping by, for staying tonight
'Cause the only thing to do
Could be for me
In memory of you, dear old pal
(Words and Music by C. E. Snow â?? Hank, The Singing Ranger)G7 see E see see G7 G7 see Gdim G7Everything has gone
own songs
Bein' in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I
The terminology, the psychology
You still expect me to accept
Do what I say off the TDK
of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will be
Alters are burning
The flames far and wide
The fool has crossed over
From the other side
They
I'm three times seven baby I do as I doggone please
There ain't nobody this sign of heaven gonna get me on my knees
I'm a three times seven aby I'm
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
Yesterday
Now you're thrown away
Same rise and fall
Who cares at all?
Seduced by fame
A moth into the flame
Twisted backstabbing wicked
who loves you like I do
When you get tired of runnin'
You can turn around and walk back to me
The years just seemed to roll on by them
She missed
on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think
That you can trust is just
Another way to die
Another tricky little gun
Giving solace to the one
(Who? you! Who? you!
Sweet adorable you!)
Who is the one, I couldn't do without
An' who is the one, I always think about?
In every little
I preach my dear friend
You're about to receive Long John Barleycorn
Nicotine and the temptation of Eve
Ha ha ha
Wear your love like heaven
couldn't care less what you do
But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
Spike heels
the arm
you're draggin, put on a bra
your boobs are saggin.
Ed should be dead, Yes, Dear too
Judging Amy, The Practice, The View, 7th Heaven
you should go
Am I lover am I friend think it over is it me or him
Am I a fool or could I be wrong do I have a reason to keep hanging on
Who's who what's what
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
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