Lyrics:
Yung 11 Yung 11
Yung Shakur
Uh
Yeah
(22, 23, 22, 23)
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
It's your birthday
(It's your birthday)
It's your birthday
Guernica suffit guernica
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
Pourquoi
Open your eyes
Pourquoi
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
I AM YOURS
Nobody loves me like you
Nobody knows me like you
You are my God
Nothing compares to your love
Nothing can separate us
You are my God
I want some, give me some
It must be your pussy cause
It ain't your face
It must be your pussy cause
It ain't your face
It must be your pussy cause
LL
Radio killer yeah,
Y'all think they can handle this one man
Alright
Call the radio and tell them its your song
(its your song, its your
LL
Radio killer
Yeh
y'all think they can handle this one man?
Alright
Call the radio and tell 'em this your song
This your song, this your song,
your love make me feel like, oh
Your love make me feel like, oh
Your love make me feel like, oh
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
That's what your love
I feel Your love. I feel Your love. I feel Your love
I feel Your love. I feel Your love. I feel Your love
I feel Your love. I feel Your love. I feel
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
put your hands up
It's obvious, I'm your number one
It's alright to just admit that I'm the fantasy
You're obsessing, just confess it 'cause it's
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (do the Kidz Bop dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (let me see you do the )
Down, down, do
Watch your tear fall, let them fall, falling now
Make the seas calm, take you in my arms, you cry
Let your tears fall
Let your tears fall
Let
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Where she at? Where she at?
Where she at? Where she at? Where she at?
There she go, there
now
We want you to put your hands up
We don't want you to clap only put your hands up
Cause right about now you should be feelin' it
Whatever club
We are your people
We are your fragrance
We carry your fire
We carry your glory
Into the city
Into the nations
We carry your fire
We carry your glory
life)
But most time don't feels right (right)
And then nobody's really yours (really yours)
It's just your turn (yeah, yeah)
Just your turn (uh-huh,
anything
There's room at Your table for me
'Cause I am the one You love
I am the one You love
(Yeah, ooh) yeah
(You love) hey
And I know You're
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Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba, ba-da,
Go
Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba, ba-da,
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon
Shake your bon-bon, shake
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon
Shake your bon-bon, shake
Simply be as you are.
In your quiet and comfortable place, seated with your back up right.
The space between your two shoulders is opened
and behold, someone's funking with the mood control
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Peck
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