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Gentleman Different Places

It`s This is not about class, colour or races, let`s get around and see different places yeah, put a smile on thus distant faces, wipe away your sorrow

It`s This is not about class, colour or races, let`s get around and see different places yeah, put a smile on thus distant faces, wipe away your sorrow

: It`s This is not about class, colour or races, let`s get around and see different places yeah, put a smile on thus distant faces, wipe away your sorrow

to ask me Let me guess girl, what you askin' for? Give me three chances to show you what I know One, you want me to hold you tight Two, you want a gentle

me You know the those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a

Well, my heart's in the highlands, gentle and fair Honey suckle bloomin' in the wildwood air Bluebells blazin' where the Aberdeen waters flow Well, my

gentleman arrived from rome She wore the dress, and I stayed home All kinds of weather, we stick together The same in the rain and sun Two different

this all right I'm trying to find a place I belong And I suddenly feel like a different person From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion And I

can I do for you? Far beyond the hazy borders of my heart I could see a place that's something like this Every now and then I don't know what to