here a mistery a poetry something we don't know he said she's the one who can sleep here a mistery a poetry something we call love. Maybe something we call love
thank you I love you too baby hehe Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of Bei Maejor This is what I like to call Broken love song Broken love
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don't believe You know we will suceeed Got through the bad times to live the good times We gon' make it [Verse 1] Now we possesing old souls but we young
to love Cause it's such a confusing thang How can something that's made for us Turn around and causes pain Sometimes the greatest love Is the kind that
end you would resign again and join this big game that we call society! - hey, first of all maybe you call it society. i still call it what it is: exploitation
work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke
him the torch I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge That broke her heart,
back I'd damn near have a heart attack So every year before the summer would start I'd write a love letter and I'd pour out my heart But she was so far
you I love you too baby hehe Allow me to introduce myself I go by the name of Bei Maejor This is what I like to call Broken love song Broken love story
the bed stuy Brooklyn NYC At Art College and yes they was hippies So I guess that makes me child of the sixties But anyways we didn't stay we moved to
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to work in kitchens She had me makin' better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect 'cuz we gon' be alright I ran the streets and broke
New York City At art college and yep they was hippies So I guess that just makes me a child of the sixties But anyway we didn?t stay we moved to Plant
love Cause it's such a confusing thang How can something that's made for us Turn around and causes pain Sometimes the greatest love Is the kind that