my lips For fear that they could fall and fade into the air Who cares? CHORUS Guide my way Be my star on a stormy day Light my way Be my star on a stormy
it to heaven and see my kinfolk Maybe then I wont cry no more Cuz my life is going on No casket going off As soon as I get my ways I swear that I'm taking
my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!) Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane
Just keep it hot for us [aki-la:] Jane doe is rolls Kick, hot and flows zatsuon keshisari bakuon and on Loving my team, I'm living for my dream kanaderu
had a deal Back when people called Villsburg Hooterville ILL!!! [Jane Doe] My mind wonders on melodic jams An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my
here, right? So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch... [Jane Doe] Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine My affirmations
] Pink lemonade on my mink Link Minute Maid sink get my drink Then I blink I'm a burn the scene Suede; he's a shooting star Chee; he's a movie star Ski
Chamillionaire] I'ma show you how to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone
to get your shine on (shine on) Turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song) Everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone) Which one of y'all am I gone
show Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, HO Yep, I got my moms, i got my girl, I got my friends In the states Im making dollars Wit the new style, meanwhile, my
this a good way to start? Developin art to cart scrill to kill Satan Plans for gettin Daytons are past tense Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You
that ring Still number 1 by far, ain't gotta be a star, to be my star [Ending:] {You don't have to be a star}
place just you and me Take it slow Dont cry dry your eyes Despise the way that he treat you with lies I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing No pain I be ya moon stars
Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star 69 Cutty is my favorite car Chew gets rolled then here come the hoes In the G-string panties and the sexy clothes
's in my backpack, flip my stacks like acrobat Trunk gon pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack
price be Six digits no less, baby don't strive me Hopping me and my crew, roll up big body Benz Chromed out twenties, big bubbled eyed blue lens All my
glove box of my car So I'm front page of the sun, the mirror and the daily star I'm either goin down for twenty or thugs are out to get me My walls