jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So
just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first
his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby nelly singing my
your story To make sure that you one of a kind And you deserve to be my Sunshine" Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time) Touch
You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity The first time, every time when you touch me I make you bloom like a flower that you never seen Under the
in love) You made my life complete (You complete me) You are so sweet (Are so sweet) No one competes (No one competes) Glad you came into my life (My
the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the prime of my life my *** We take it off ya' shoulder, broad daylight my *** It
beamin' (We're not losers) I get my energy from my inner G I be in outer space, but I got inner peace So tell my enemies that they can't injure me I
than ebony Take off on the turnpike (Asking for the first call) Give me more of the same (Asking for the first song) There's a fire burning in my heart
to hear your wondrous stories I had to hear your wondrous stories La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Hearing me Hearing Hearing your wondrous stories Hearing your wondrous stories
got a little secret for ya, I never sleep when comes the night But every time I smack my fingers I switch back into the light My moon belongs to your sun, your fire is burning my
Ducking out my window double story from the ground from my hammock down my tree and into Melbourne town now first stop hit Kanelata to Tedesco land to
, calm down I know your son, said he was at my house He was the captain of the football team but I turned him out He wasn't the first and he won't be
can't figure First thing you know you're gonna pull that trigger And it's no wonder, your reason goes bad Jelly roll will drive you so mad Same old story
Let my inspiration flow In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm That will not forsake you Till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow Strange
me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind? It's a buck dancer's choice my friend; better take my advice. You know all