Lyrics:
We're having so much fun
And the angels watch the mystery
Of everyday you and me
I trust you know that I love you
Soon we will play when the cool rolls
Ponzi
Waka Flocka Fonzie
Sippin' Dom P, don glassage on Africa
Buddhist zooted, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteries
Officer Rick Ross, gold
As the organ-grinder plays
He's hoping, at the most,
For an end to his dancing days;
Still he hops up and down on his perch
In the usual jerky way.
Though it might
own sweet time
Spending every moment of my life
Discovering the mystery of everything you are
This is not a temporary thing
I'm saying you can
We're gonna play a game
Just you and me
You never should be won
So easily
Your eyes are on the prize
I'm worth the wait
Don't need to know
I cried when I wrote this, I'll always remember
The worst kind of lonely is alone in December
The act of forgiveness is always a mystery
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
I've seen suckers loose themselves in the games they learn to play,
Children love to sing but then their voices slowly fade away.
People always
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
who raised the stakes
in the foolish game we play
a cathode ray
who designed the circuitry
we washed away
a thousand ancient mysteries
your heart, but when the music starts
My peace departs from the moment
they play that lovely strain
And we surrender to all it's charm again
This
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
that one fact remains a mystery, chemistry to diss a G,why you playa hatin me, that killa with business that's everything yo bitch ass wanna be,you
a key to the Dirty South
And the South coast, now play with me
So bring your semi thirty, art thirty
If you put your hands on a Calhoun player
It's gon'
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
I'm lost in a dream
Where my love supreme
Can't find me
Like I care
By chance to undermine
My fantasy divine
It's mystery that binds me there
play
Sunshine when you're with me I can fly
Sunshine when you're with me I can fly
Sunshine when I'm with you, babe
[Foreign Content]
Sunshine when
Hey fair weather friend,
You know you're ripping me down again,
And I don't care what you say,
I can tell when we play,
That you don't believe
once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly
Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late
Lift your disguise
Unveil the prize
Because all the while
It's coming to get you
All the coded mysteries claim
A part of you will remain
But will
on the mainstream
White Man Is A Devil Volume one
Smoke dust, did 8 balls and brawl for fun
Beat the system and the odds, put it all in one
Try to play me, DOA me
A ballerina that's lost her shoes?
What's a mystery without no clues?
What's another day if I ain't got no you?
What's a house if it's got no roof?
How'm I
You just sit there talking like there's something left to say
So I guess I'll be walking 'cause there's better games to play
I'm in love with you
never play fair
So shed a little light where nobody sees
I built a bible for the saints with my disbelief
And darling I know that you can't be sure
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