The thought of loving you The way I'm longing to A thousand hopeful dreams I've had Are finally coming true I use to put you on a pedal stool Where you
(Bob Dylan) Throw my ticket out the window, Throw my suitcase out there, too, Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more 'Cause tonight
I've lost at love before Got mad and closed the door But you said child just once more I chose you for the one Now we're having so much fun You treated
Tonight I hold to nothing But the feelings in my soul My heart overflows with emotions I just can't control There's someone you are going to But tonight
died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson
drunk, grab a *** and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin? Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
major's wife somebody tried to take the sheriff's life Somebody stalled the judge's ragged old gown Big Daddy's Alabamy bound Big Daddy's Alabamy bound... [ banjo ] Highway
to the New York Island From redwood forrest to the gulf stream water this land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw
after midnight Out in the moonlight just like we used to do I'm always walking after midnight searching for you I walk for miles along the highway Well
bunch of wack primetime MC's sayin? I hate him cause he's great He's on all the billboard and the highway Face is on soup cans and milk crates Restaurants
femmes feel I'm in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down
Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway The flyway hey, bitch, you goin' my way Now I got a passenger I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her Would
of pulling out of Kingsport I was headed down to Houston town Had the guitar packed and a burlap sack For exploiting my country sound I got past Jackson
bed Out on the highway 49 I have walked till I am dead I got the blues this morning Rollin' into Jackson town I got the blues this morning I'm rollin' into Jackson
hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Michael Jackson and
hard luck tales From all of you U.S. males I've heard you tell those lies about the love you've know And I've followed those highway signs And I've