Lyrics:
love me baby
There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine
There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me
It really turns me on and makes my
you a target
Too much flossing, niggas gossiping in your blog shit
I rather put one in the air, congratulate careers
Death defying moments, people
Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the April snow
and more as time goes by
Those treasured gifts from other years
Are tarnished, lost or stained with tears
So Santa would you bring a new supply
I'll be
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Sometimes we walk hand in hand by the sea
And we breathe in the cool salty air
You turn to me with a kiss in your eyes
And my heart feels a thrill
bookings with tickets on Air Rangoon. Does this kind of life look interesting to you? As a fake rock and roll guitar player in a comedy group?
Hunna hunna
found, by finding each other
The love we waited for
I'm yours, you're mine
And in our hearts
The happy ending starts
What a lovely world
This
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I
relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by
Where would I be without Your love rushing in
You are the air that I need to live
My soul is tired but Your spirit is strong
The promise is your
From the album barabajagal
I'm not very fancy in the mid of air,
I'm not proud to say I am merry here.
I've found a girl and I love her so,
Groovy,
honest with you
Who wants to love somebody like me?
You wanna love somebody like me?
If you could love somebody like me
You must be messed up too
ain't get a deal with ya
You ain't saying nothing, you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathing air
Cause you coulda went out like
do a whole album
Called "A Holly Dolly Christmas"
So I did
Have a holly, jolly Christmas
And in case you didn't hear
Oh, by golly, have a holly
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You
Somehow you supply
All of the answers
I've fallen for your lack of mystery
Your honest emotions
Your love for me
Has opened up my world
Renewed
yeh
True Love, you can't buy it - no, no
You know it ain't like nothin' else
True Love, you really ought to try it
You owe it to yourself to get ya
the universe love you today
'Cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away
A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate
If it's necessary
Hollywood.
That gasoline's in short supply,
The rising cost of getting by.
But I believe in love.
I believe in old folks.
I believe in children.
I
Don't stop (ay)
You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as fuck (let that boy breathe)
Don't fuck around, bitch I do what I love
Ah true love can conquer hate every time
Give out some love and you'll find peace sublime
And my darlin', one more thing
If you let me, I will take
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