prides. You-you the 6th man, I never ride the bench. I'm the 1st round draft, you the 2nd round pick. Ya man chose me, ya girl Strona D. 4 tips, brown
red g J's on my feet all white with my tee Paparazzi stoppin take a picture of the queen Manage me Three stacks on my feet Strona D climax to the me I
[Wisper:] Strona D [Verse 1:] Let's take a trip lil daddy you and me Just bring the tools I got the recipe I'll be a doctor I'll cure ya needs Put down
knew Nothing could tear me away You started to smile and I was lost Fumbling for something to say I took you home, you took me in I knew I'd never be
Countdown to takeoff engine roar the night sky and in your favorite chair you are hanging from a thread i'll be your war i'll be your astronaut and
I'm waiting for the dinosaurs to return and ravage the traffic of morning commute and sink in commfort of dispare and i hope it's worth the wait
be home soon. but he never really made it that far never made it that far and I'll whisper as your words scream, why, why'd i warn you. [Chorus x2]
Have you ever lost your way have you ever feared another day have you ever misplaced your mind watching this world leave you behind won't you won
What do you think they would say If I stood up and I walked away Nobody here really understands me, and so I'll wave goodbye , I'm fine Tones of home
(B.Ram) I'll walk in the sunshine and I'll walk in the rain Yes I'll walk along because I'm heading home to you I'll walk through the meadows and I
And oh my dear i had a good idea lets lay these bones to rest build it all over and start again cause i know that if you dare to hope that if you dare
Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con Rockin' on ever since the day I was born Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform Shaking your tooshie making your
this party in the L O R D Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost party you better ask everybody Don't miss this party in the L O R D Ain't no party like a Holy
(Instrumental)
Dear Friend, it is the new year, I'm eight hours away from home. Kids shoot fireworks from street corners and run before they explode. And lovers get
[Chorus: L.C.] I can't make it home One blunt, one more shot of a patron I'm lit, I can't make it home Cops right behind me I might be gone! I can't
can't complain You've got the chow mein, and I've got the champagne Action I want some attraction I need some distraction I'd like some party action Some party action I'd
[Sleeper:] Shine-lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade Is getting me nowhere I can`t shake
