came at such a high cost My heart still breaks more everyday I want you back, there must be a way (I want your forgiveness as I find myself again) (Thanks to James
would not give If I only had the chance to relive I would treat you much better be more open and true Cause life just isn't right, here without you (Thanks to James
that it was true You cut off my balls and left them so blue Your heartless and evil, you have now shown All of my friends said, I should have known (Thanks to James
Elven underworld Colours of the stars Their dens seal the love That lies above Elven underworld So far from the stars Their dens seal the love For the
I've had nothing but sorrow Since you said we were through There's no hope for tomorrow How's the world treating you? Every sweet thing that matters
fouled the green earth "Was this old mill in its day", spoke the angel Yet, there's many a poor boy in foreign climes Who would think this old mill now
mill boys, 'till our dying day We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day Cotton mill will get you, boy,
I cannot see you For the sun is in my eyes I cannot hear you Everything you say just passes by What I'd give for just a smile Instead of drifting at A
I shot the glass and I cleaned the table And I went to water as soon as I was able Bone tickled by those crazy Africans Woke up early you know I was
I have tried to forget about you And all the plans that we had planned Yes, and I'm bound to leave this town I don't care where I may land If what they
a mill right here (Wanna rob myself) [Verse 2] Looked in my garage and I got nervous Half a mill worth a cars I ain't James Worhty Know my neighbors
James p. johnson / flournoy e. miller You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamour touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out
number one [Chorus 1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs) [Verse 4 - Malice] It was just '98, I was holding work Now I'm only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth
but I wont have no baby witcha Biker boy ya heard me, biker boy ya heard me Im balling like the 80s I'm so James Worthy Still making money off the white
full of X pillz red rag in my pocket same color my vette is my no. 1 loner than a essay from Texas a quarter mill
Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along
a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel And when you kick it to a James Brown feel Field was
doin my thang All the way to the bank boy gettin the change No stoppin me Im the hot combatable LeBron James of the game First P. Miller to ride the street
