Lyrics:
Memories, oh memories
How they gather around
They've all come to see me
And tear me down
So many years, of lovin all gone
It's the first time
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
a moment by a lure and magic charms
Of fickle flame and beauty while waltzin' in her arms
I cherished mem'ries of the past of friends so kind and true
But
splendor know only my heart
Call back my rose, rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own.
to?)
Uh, yeah, what?
(Uh, Trackmasters
FB, Entertainment)
Yeah, this how
We gon' do this
(Uh, uh, ooh)
Yo, girl you taste
Like a cinnabun
So
composure slips
While you're collected and cool
I make a fool of myself
I want so much to be
The only love you see
I fall each time I try
To look
we kept on . . . dancin!
The janitor said, "Please let me sweep the floor!"
So, I hummed a tune an' we danced right . . .
through the door!
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with
a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up
that we can't deny, oh yeah
And the way that you move oh you make me feel alive
So come on
And ring my bell, ring my bells
Ring my bell, ring my
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
Oh well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go alone
Till the lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes
Well the morning's so bright
Peace in the valley for me some day
Well, I'm tired and so weary, but I must travel on
'Til the Lord comes and calls me away, oh, yes
Where
doin', get-it get-it while you can
By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce
It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's
You know what I do,
Lucky you were born that far away
So we could both make fun of distance
Lucky that I love a foreign land for
The lucky fact of your existence
a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got
you
For the "love yous" and the bad news
Oh baby, I'm cool by the way
Ain't sure I loved you anyway
Go 'head, babe, I'ma live my life, my life, yeah
finds peace in the shade of your attention
But gets tangled by the night
I didn't know what I was thinking
But I know we'll be alright
And I will
No stylist, in the Celine (no stylist)
Got you flodgin' with a icy Patek Philippe (oh-oh)
Pretty pies inside the mansion by the beach (beach)
Fendi
My, my, my mother was a sunshine soldier
Every day was a dream come true
She said that we were blessed by the breath deep inside us
She could make
it's da bomb
it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's
jealous
Okay smarty go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin body
A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
But you're standing on the wall
fo sho yeah
Firl I've got to know
Girl I've got to know
Fo sho
Well, I must say that baby
You look so so good tonight
And I must say that
Isn't truth supposed to set you free?
Well, why do I feel so weighed down by it?
If I could show them everything I've seen
Open their eyes to all
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