Last time everything was so cool We could sit on your couch dance by chance Kissed if we missed it just didn't matter You cry nightly in our beds Cry
you shakin', wishing I could be your man In the park holding hands with the kids in the van On a sunday eating icecream at the zoo And everything I
Take em there [VERSE 1] I used to live Uptown, 2-1-9th Street White Plains, everything was concrete On my block up on the hill Barnes Ave., yo, everything
do it any kind of way From this A to the Crist to the Chardonnay Through the belt, from tha pipe to the parkway Everything a nigga touch is like park
One big family Filled with love to last throughout the year CHORUS Christmas time Time to share our love Come enjoy the tidings to the world Christmas time, the best time
[From "Sunday In The Park With George"] [Barbra:] Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this [Producer 1:] Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one
the money goes And the food don't taste the same I'm gettin' fast at being the last You know I don't need to waste no time You can call me once a week
I am never real, it's just a sketch of me and everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time. Now I park my car down
our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the
garage that I park my Porsche in And dead bodies, chuck 'em in the bay And I'm a summon Satan every time I hear Justin Timberlake [Chorus:] Mad as fuck
last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister this little niggie be hard to find mind don't makin' it in this day and time do what we have
on Rap City and act witty but all I ever did was put up with hoes who act shitty What a wack pity! Was I choosin a road that didn't get me there in time
It's so funny runnin' into you It has to be three years Since we last seen each other Many flashbacks come to mind Of the wild and crazy times We used
to know And this time you won't be coming back Cause his love will last Mr. Lonely, who's lonely now? Two o'clock on a Sunday afternoon Same place, same park