just as broke. We can't afford to do this shit anymore but I can't afford to let it go. If all good thing's must come to an end than we were done before
support from the Navy Carriers and Air Force Would give us all what we needed, we were wrong This is "The Greatest Rhyme of All Time" supposedly 1000
take somethin for pain, it dont work You still feelin all the novocaine dont work Nope so we good, I dont let it get me down Not a pussy that good, not
Generations come and generations go Time is the rhythm to which we all flow Help me to realize cause I don't understand Why does every generation have to do The same thing
light up the night Lovely ladies, yeah, and I must confess You do it the best, and pass all tests [Prodigal Sunn] Good loving from beginning to end,
s own bottom, you know. And in that respect, we all get to do what our passion is. See that's what praisin God is all about, is doing your passion.
somethin for pain, it dont work You still feelin all the novocaine dont work Nope so we good, I dont let it get me down Not a pussy that good, not a
I need a, I need, I need a That's all I need, see how easy I am to please That's all I need, and maybe then I'll be complete That's all I need, I'm not
ve seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest - (did you have a good world when you died?) - enough to base a movie on?" An
cause, it lies within this place I breathe an atmosphere of sorrow; an alien despair makes my courage fail, like the collapse of an opium
hair hang down (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) I get totally crazy Can you feel it Come, come, come on baby I feel like a woman -------------------------------------------------------------------
house a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things
a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The Things