The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
Where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? The sprite ones on the corner, dream of
never caught you a breakthrough The people are in lines trying to be you Oh, and now you are dancing I see all the waking ones From silhouttes to the
Words are full of meaning Words can be screaming The truth lies somewhere within Syntax, though clever, is never etched in stone and never hidden from
I sit and hide Hush now people don?t you cry, It takes a hundred pleas to fetch me from the sky Here, what?s mine is mine Only the angels sing of something
We long for the best years of our lives So long to an era, dry your eyes And we don't have a lot to say Outlines of circles on your face Details a certain
in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs
, it warms the heart to see the little ones out there. Y' know, it wasn' always this easy for us to sit back an' enjoy the little ones. Never forget what
all those sorts of things If you ask me what songs I know You'd raise your hands in the air They're not cool, they're not hip They're not the ones you
always around Know that its always around and I know that its always around. The children will sing a song in the streets and sounds like the 23rd song
Are seen everywhere Sleigh bells I heard through the night Little ones know Santa's coming tonight Christmas trees Carolers sing our favorite songs So,let's grab our coats and sing
lights Are seen everywhere Sleigh bells I heard through the night Little ones know Santa's coming tonight Christmas trees Carolers sing our favorite songs So, let's grab our coats and sing
blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it til your top blown nigga This is my crew you gets hot ones hot son That
Artist: Too $hort Album: Players Song: Wild Wild West [$hort] Once upon a time there lived a man In a place that's known as East Oakland He can rap
understand Now they?re like please turn up my jam (my jam) Hot damn, drinks on me, that why she put her pretty little cheeks on me Not the ones on her face but the ones
for my neighborhood banging out hits For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click To my man on the corner with the shotgun shell Singing sad songs for the ones
gang up on me and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song Sing this song, sing this song It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little
singing our songs to waiting on you Bout a year later the same ones be hatin' on you Every other record these rappers be faking on you We singing songs