Lyrics:
movin' too fast
Do you want to, she was thinkin' can it last
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
We could make music at the Greasy King
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
Won't
to make love last
You were right all along, so help me hold on
What have I got to do to make it better
What have I got to do to make you see
That even
Uh, been dealin' and sinnin' from the beginnin' (uh-huh)
Do whatever it take to make double profit percentage (sheesh)
From the stoops and the benches
Wah, wah, wah, waaahhhh
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
Oh what a beautiful sight
Last night I dreamed I went to hillbilly
movin' too fast
Do you want to, she was thinkin' can it last
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
We could make music at the Greasy King
Sweet hitch-a-hiker
Won't
today was your last day
Would you make your mark
By mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you
of the championship. Three all; best of seven. Here we go.
This is their eighth meeting over the past two years, with Williams winning five of their last eight
William wakes with his clothes on.
The morning call has been and gone,
And he might not make the flight but he will try.
Bit by bit it comes back
it work
Did you really think it could
How you tried to make it last
Did you really think it would?
Like a guest who stayed too long
Now
think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby
(the love slide)
Huey love, I see you
Dj Wayne Williams, spinning them records
Make sure you spin this one, baby, alright? (The love slide)
And last
neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
Crush the cake then make it
song for you
And I hope it makes you feel
And I hope it makes you burn
And I hope it reminds you of how much it hurt
I'm sending a message to you
about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's alright baby
If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
Gotta go now baby
If I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
He
gotta move on, gotta move on
Won't you take me to funkytown
Won't you take me to funkytown
Last dance, the last dance for love
Yes it's my last
two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it
making niggas judge you
Is the same thing that make me want to love you
From the smell of ya hair, I want to hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me"
take
But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone
make a carbon copy of my last shit
Fuck the past, we past it
Boy snappin' like he elastic, listen
Feel the freedom, you can take 'em out the field
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
were leaving
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be
When I give my love
This time
I'm gonna make it last forever more
And when I give my love this time
I'm gonna give it all I got for sure
No
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
to me
That makes me believe we can make it through anything
'Cause when it all comes down
And I'm feeling like I'll never last
I just lean on you 'cause
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