Lyrics:
Give me a second I
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she's waiting for me
we're all fools
That's new york style
Endless nights keep rushing by
We wander out onto the sidewalk
Cigarettes are piling high
Hustlers and the queens
Twas on one summer's evening all in the month of May
Down by a flow'ry garden where Betsy did stray.
I overheard a damsel in sorrow to complain,
there together
In peaceful surrender to lover's young dream
We kissed by the old gate passed fields of wheat golden
cnd made our first vows where
Anytime you need a lover call on me, I'll be waiting
Anytime you need a lover call on me, my heart is aching
Call on me, anytime you want to
Call on me
dripped from your fangs
Of another lover whose
Scent made you take another taste
We were just young vampires
Who live for the night to get by
Pale
winter streets
Joyful friends and lovers meet
On the bridge
Of Queen Louise
Young people get a seldom feel of ease
By the sound of seas
All
Northside 38
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still nigga)
My
I found a lover in Paris
With greenish eyes and brown hair
By the Seine she was reading
In the crisp morning air
Little freckles on her little
Big fun dont stop
Grab your baby and slide
I'll be grooved and styled
Still we Young for the night
Big fun dont stop
Grab your baby and slide
I'll be
yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I bet you remember remember the time
Remember the time
Do you remember when we fell in love
We were young and innocent
lover, be your man
I really mean it
So baby, baby, here I am
Here I am
Come get it, baby, here I am
Keep you by my side, I know I can
I’m ready, baby,
in
Ticking time is running out
Oh, all the things that might have been
Ticking time is running out
Watch young lovers walking by
Ticking time is
a story of a young girl
sailing on by
Stories of lovers lost upon her shares
Tales of chamarros, Spanish conquistadores
Inarajan making my home in you
jumpin' like pump fake
I don't need nothing but one take
I'm from the part of the city
Where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
Our
driving me insane
I'm soaking up the sun for I'm not the only one
That's been burned by love,
Oh, the days are long and the nights are young
You must come
of misfortune
Speak not of your woes
Just steal yourself for holy death
Crouching by the door
Writhe and sway to music's pain
Take me where this fire burning
To the city of the light
Where we gonna live forever
In the fury of the night
Young and free, we dive together
We
and lovers, give a call, make a match, by the sound of a voice
why O you N G, F are double E, a-a-and single, s-s-s-single
Why O you N G, F are double E,
With young Matthew by my side
Then to York where I did pray
confidence.
Little by little she got heavy round the middle
She wore a silk kimono when the sun went down
She wrote to her mother and she took another lover
Happy birthday, you're halfway to sixty
You have no land of your own
A job you despise
And a lover that's mean
And you started noticing
young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soom
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is
hung by washing line
1980's lovers died in twos
So kiss me in the ash and dirt
I only love you when it hurts
Ever wanted someone bad for you?
Her walls
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