(The Magic Numbers & Amadou & Mariam) I may never ever find an answer I may never ever find a cure I may never risk another lover Oh, believe me.
(originally by Beyonce) Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no I
Well I hope you don't mind me writing this song Even though I know I don't know you all that long But ever since I met you and you've been by my side
He was the only son who wouldn't stay Barely twenty-one when he went away Anima Sola keeps me wired If I grow cold I should grow tired But I'll get to
You know, you never know You know, yes I will ... Wish I, wish I was a piece, but never a pawn Oh Sister, I don't mean you no harm Oh Sister, I don'
three is the magic number yes it is its a magic number Somewhere in this ancient mystic trinity you got 3 as a magic number the past and the present
magic number Yes, it is It's a magic number stand together do or don't 1 for all and all for one we are three! It's a magic number we're a magic number
31 1995) Three is a magic number, yes it is, it's a magic number. Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity, you get three as a magic number. The past
star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know
dialing eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face Twelve hour solid gold entertainment Other shit to sell from other
our steel with slaughter... Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death. Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the
'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin' man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm saying? This other kid-I don
it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified The
crack addict, with these mac's I got a bad habbit Clack clack, in the pen, back out, i'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
good That I'm a be your ticket out the hood Girl I think there's something you should know You can't be my number 1 You can be my number 4 and I think
choice May it be filled with the pleasure principle In circumference to my voice About those other Jennys I reckoned with Lost them all like a homework excuse This time the Magic Number
of each other And the endless planes beyond Forward into existence Worlds embrace the magic of life Infinity of livid worlds That out-numbers one another
Got canaries on the wrist, Not the ones with the wings A real hood nigga, I got a lavage flow I could push you into theaters like Magic tho You don't