Lyrics:
to jenny lou's
To get something to eat
The waitress looked at me
And said Lorez you sure look beat'
I said it's early, early in the morning
It's still early
the night I looked at you
I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have
say goodbye
And now you're running from me
So cool, so scared of what you might have said
And no one's ever looked away
'Cause we know what you did, we
my eyes
You come and rape me inside
I have no
Place to run and hide
I have no
Place to hide, which I like
Some who look at the time, I looked
of cried
Shouldn't have tried harder
Done anything to make you stay
I wonder what you'd do if you looked out your window
And saw me runnin' down the runway
Havoc bump that
[50 Cent]
My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot
to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan and what do I see?
Coming for to carry he home
A band of angels
leave his cheek, nor ever did he blink his eye
Then he's looked him roundabout, all for to see what he could see
Then he saw his father dear, weeping,
and couldn't find what's deep inside
we looked away not through
we used to say not do
now I understand
I cannot see what I saw then
so what do you say when
When I was a little boy I looked under the stairs
The king and the pawns
Work all unawares
Standing in the shadows
A wisper to be
They're fishing in
A little man walked up and down,
He found an eating place in town.
He looked the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do:
One
heart
Could believe that love's
A dying art
After all the
Hungry mouths he fed
Eyes on the gentle one
Looked for the kindness
But they gave him none
Not
on to something more mellow and smooth for you.
Sit back, relax, and enjoy.
(Background)
At the moment I looked into your eyes.
II knew I wanted more.
Crazy Itch.
come home
Now man won't you please come home
Then I went back home, I looked on the bed
And that best old friend I had was dead
Lord, and I ain't got no
I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they? I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
Beverly Hills
That's
she smiles
Then she smiled and said where you been all my life
And she smiled when he asked her to be his wife
And the future had never looked so
that?"
I just looked at him and laughed and said
'Cause it's songs about me
And who I am
Songs about loving and living
And good hearted women,
the topic
That's why all these hoes wanna hop and jump on my dick
Then she looked at me and said, "How lower can your eyes get?"
Let me know who's chippin'
On my first take, your shimmy-shake
Looked sexy across the room
I could just about taste it
Desire-fire, the hit of a dark perfume (ooh-oho)
All
Some came to live their lives as best they can
Me, I looked up at the stars to find my way
But I was young and I got them mixed up
And so forgot my name
looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked, wicked
one and all
And they all looked exactly like me
Now I know what I know
And I can't let it go
As the wind lifts me up by my wings
And I won't be
Haven't looked up in a while
Been biting my tongue behind a smile
Falling on swords that I can't see
Poison my well on the daily
Got easier not
because I was a freak
Ah, my throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place
As they poured on the scorn
I wrote on yellow paper from
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