Lyrics:
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
"It'll Be Alright" Joel MASTAMIND Johnson
VERSE
Every day seems the same
As I awake
I see myself surrounded by the way
The world revolves again
One more day goes by
Eyes wide open, over driven
Leave them wondering why
If you know it
You should show it
You're hanging from a ladder I say
star
A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets
I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules
But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
play it right
On with the show
On with life
If the world is a stage
Then all I've got to say
On with the show
The story's told
It draws you in
You're
ever go
I can't hide from Your Love anymore
I begin to drop my guard
Faithful as the Morning Star
You show me tender mercy
I'm surrounded by Your
that's a faucet
I got deadly 32's just like I'm Magic Johnson
You can't change if you're outta pocket
I feel like Houston there's a problem cause I'm bout
old pickup truck
Shotgun seat, there's the one you love and you're kissin' on
Get those white sails sailing down in Mexico
Its just a whiskey glass if
I was down in music city 'bout a week ago
I wanted to see the brand old Loper show
So I held a cap and I headed down to Opryland
They said they
dust out of his coonskin cap
He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you really feel it"
By the time we
Stars are falling from your eyes
You don't feel what I feel inside
Your hand is warm but your heart is cold
If you're hurtin' you don't let it show
Against the canvas of the night
Appears a curious celestial phenomena
Called Black Star, but what is it?
Black people unite and let's all get
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when
the star of
My show anytime
No, you don't have to go
I called on the phone
Came by your home
To find out that you're not alone
Now we don't have
hard
You don't even have to be a hip hop star
See, anyone can do it, all you need is style
Listen up, people gang, I'm a show you how
Your hands
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
the saviour of the drowning moon,
The bringer of the luck,
You're a concrete case for open space,
Who swears the cities suck.
You're the keeper of stars
Panasonic
A God complex
Yo! The Places You'll Go
Made me Adonis
A herculean
Yatties
On the Dewayne Johnson
Paid sponsoring
Getting love
By top
Butterfly
Coloured in grey
Shooting star
Wasted away
I'm out of sight
Zombie, zombie
An alibi
From me, for me
Painted in vain
By all your friends
I'll guide you
Stand by you, until the stars fall from the sky (woah, yeah)
When you call me
I never hesitate
Making you wait, for my love
Never lie
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