love me because I say I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it, 'cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song '
I am I'm not gonna write you a love song Cause you asked for it Cause you need one You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song Cause you tell me
am I'm not gonna write you a love song Cause you asked for it Cause you need one You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song Cause you tell me
around sounding like that sound I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun I love my father, mother,
back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three billion strong
your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting For the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
God Play Sheik out in the yard, but that shit too hard My dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song
nearly everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger
I made it now I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it [Chorus: Rell] Still got love for you,
song It goes right through me It used to move me Lonely, lonely Lonely Paris, met a dancer We did the stroll Through the night, the empty night Four years
, I wrote "Kids of the Century" about more than two years ago now. And remembering that time I feel like, when I wrote that song, I was in that feel of
've still got those worn out tapes the only three or four he made What a shame, I wish that wasn't all Hearin' that song took me back to my senior The year
Today they'll cut a golden wedding cake How'd they made it all those years It had to be tough, they just said it was love That's how they got from there
wanna get gone I invested three years ma plus this song I?m so confused where to go, how do I choose I guess to find real love I gotta pay my dues Love
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads The dope game still strong like pimpin
knew something was wrong but I had to finish that song Couple minutes didn't really take me that long Still feeling confused but I had to go strong and
't do no wrong I'm saying I ain't trying to sing no more sad songs I got mad responsibilities I'm building with my family, my loved ones depend on me
