long To write your favorite birthday song.. I just wanted you to know I wish I could be there with you. I can?t stop thinking about whats on your mind Last time
head.. press my lips against you... your fists clench this bed... now i'm on fire burning with intentions... cause you always make me high... and i'm on
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
labyrinth Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions That man came
even passed him to the nurse yet yo I wonder if he understands what its worth yet like the time spent while we here on the earth yet the answer to the
to someone else - I'm not the only, one on this Earth who will buy food second but a pair of shoes first Oak's a Nikehead (yo) and my man Double-O Whose
about perfection Honesty and passion You're the purest form of heaven on earth What kind of man could lose a feelin' for The nights we spent behind these doors Livin' every man
it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw
take it to far and try to grab my dick I lost trak of the cash that I spent from her Birthdate was her ATM pin number Sometimes I wonder, how on earth
work No more/no more Mother earth gets treated like a whore And he doeth great wonders So that he maketh fire come Down from heaven on the earth In
it was nasty but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw
bit longer Please, please, please, please, please Tell me you're going to Come on, come on Come on and stay Come on, come on Come on and stay Come on, come on Come on
passed him to the nurse yet yo I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet The answer to the question
day millions upon million of pounds Are spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no
perfection, honesty and passion? You're the purest form of heaven on earth What kind of man could lose a feelin' for The nights we spent behind these doors? Livin' every man
't work No more, no more Mother earth gets treated like a whore And he doeth great wonders So that he maketh fire come Down from heaven on the earth
too wherever you hail from/ the words may change but we?re singing the same song. Its in the key of life/ though we might forget the tune from time to time/ man
perfection Honesty and passion You're the purest form of heaven on earth What kind of man could lose a feelin' for The nights we spent behind these doors Livin' every man
