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You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
and his holiness is proof, it's said
he will always love you, he said
and see my face
And you'll realize the sad mistake you made
And it will be too late
One day you'll wonder why you ever said goodbye
And you will wish
As the city asleep
Shares its dreams and desires
Every wish that we keep
Will trace a line to other times, other places
Though the song
The 90's, will be the decade of a jazz thing
I love jazz music
A jazz thing
I love jazz music
A jazz thing
I love jazz music
I love jazz music
A jazz thing
the ones who didn't make it
The ones who couldn't take it
So glad they have made it out alive
Everyone loves the fun everyone comes by
In the wind I
you
You used to take me fishing down by the wishing well,
One day you threw a wish in, and we listened while it fell,
And you made a wish
"When
Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late
Feel
Alright, kick it
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made
that you can't change the world by changing yourself
And understand that we're all just the same
So when I count to three let's change
[Chorus]
Alright, kick it
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made
'm never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change
By a nigga
couldn't have been 'Smith' or
'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell'
That wasn't your name
They don't have those kind of names
Where you and I came from
No what was
they wanna thug for me
Wish I was they Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Look homie, you can be my crony
If you
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish will come true (little baby pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
For my child and your child too (I stood beside
though the years roll by, my love will carry on
Oh I must not tear his soul; surely he must know
That it's gonna hurt me so
But I'll have to let him
Someone's got it in for me
They're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess
,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I've been blinded totally,
oh now, please don't pass me by.
Now there's nothing that I tell you that will help
Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge
To bear ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think
Someone's got it in for me
They're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess
I wonder what will billy graham do
Let me say how much I respect your wish
To feed the multitude with 5 loaves and a fish
But I'm sure you'll
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
though the years roll by, my love will carry on
Oh I must not tear his soul; surely he must know
That it's gonna hurt me so
But I'll have to let him
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