What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money
Sometimes I don't get a chance to really tell you But I promise you, my love will never fail you Don't you get it? Right now, we're writing history A
This song is written by Joey Ramone She went away for the holidays said she's Going to L.A. but she never got there She never got there, she never got
Hardback, stern face Play your position and know your place Only move when the money's callin? Take my advice, you'll be ballin? You need a hardback,
Ooh, there could be love in your eyes I could be loving you deep, my baby Ooh, there could be love in your soul I wanna feel the emotion Ooh, there could
Where do you go when you think about me? What do I do when I think about you? Skyline, passion City streets that I adore Shadows by me grow Rent collectors
You fly away From a broken heart You have your love I've got to know What you say to me? Why'd you throw it all away? Where you go to I don't know As
Like a bubble that's floating on high above I won't break down, I won't cry But the colors all melting I am fragile I've been acting so coldly And hope
Come on, angel, you're in danger Give me a sign now, show me the way We gotta do it now, oh, we gotta do it now Come on, angel, times are stranger And
How my eyes adore you As you walk into the room Anytime you're feeling lonely Like a ship without a sail Anytime that I fall and stumble Be my rock where
Time passes by Goes so fast then you die It's enough just to be with you You set your sights high No regrets, no goodbye Just a face in your mind for
Come and hold me and dissolve me But I never do what I am told to You enthuse me, don't abuse me At the worst of times you'll never lose me There are
I'm a sucker for love Oh, that's artificial Sometimes below The belt I hit you For without love Hell freezes over And wherever you go searching Know
I'm just saying I want my mummy back Lost her to the drink but her soul's intact Mama said to me, ?Be proud of who you are? She saw Jesus in the eyes
What a situation Senses gone and left me Lies are like confetti on the floor Words are leading nowhere Delicate and tender Tenterhooks that drive me
Blinded by the vision I turn and face my back to the wall 'Cause I'm locked up in a rhythm The prism of a big glitter ball Wrapped around your finger
Hey there Miss Fine, sweet little clinging vine Your actions kind of show me you love me truly, yeah You're warmer than July, sweet as apple pie I can
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