and you My little sister My little sister makes more than you My little sister makes more than you My little sister makes more than you My little sister
In our town by the water everything's older the winters are colder than anything i've ever seen so close your eyes and hold on i'll button my sweater
than my laser jet got font not one to get over sounding like the norm friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn all we coming with is a little bit
(feat. Little Brother) [Intro: Phonte] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, one time Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, two time I'm runnin out of shit to say for these 8-bar intros
This old Buick's like a needle on a compass Pointed due west I remember her smile like June sunflowers And the look of her body as she slipped out of
at my wrist, hoping that the timing's right when the planets will align, there'll be no planets to align, just the carcass of the sun, and little painted
please return, return to the person that you were and I will do the same. Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone, my compass spins, the
my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align. There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun and those little
taught ?em my slang, I didn?t mean the world harm It makes the soul smile to see what I?ve accomplished I got up out the woods without a map or a compass
you need to go Though our path may bend and yaw You won?t get lost With my pointed prow and square stern We?ll use our arms for oars To spoor little
contre joues Earth, I spent too much time on the road Hoping for the faint traces you scattered Earth, If you knew how much I missed you Those days without compass
to fear (nothing left to fear) Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, said) Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh oh) Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, ooh) Little dreamer, little dreamer (Ooh, ooh) So long, my little
So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees It's the ninties, and music got known for grease I got a sense of direction and a compass Come passed MC's with no compassion
can hear the laughter. I can hear the laughter, but sometimes it's muffled into fear and screams. I was wondering if you'd be an amplifier so I could pick up the little
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my
now is strange I Think it's time to make some changes 'Cause right now my outlook has changed I feel like a dance that's lost it's rhythm A compass that
by the WOOOORRRLLLD FAMOUS Wake-Up Show! [RZA] Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
