time for love Only your heart will know when it's time for love Don't wait too long or you'll find you're All alone & love has come and gone This feeling inside of me Is
fast I can't promise you the best there is Bot, oh, I'm gonna try I'm never gonna let you go tonight CHORUS Tonight, the start of a love to remember Tonight, a love
making it right Cause we'll never be wrong together We can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time I don'
I love you One reason why love cannot die You are on my heart remembers Tell me who am I And who am I to say I love you One reason why love can not
God Inspiration is all we've got Hidden knowledge, can't get enough, Taking chances, making love Face to face with the moment of truth, All those little
You belong to me From the moment i saw your face This is the one i can't replace I belong to you And every day is the perfect day And even more when i
cuts in two CHORUS You're only in love, only in love Where life is new and dreams come true You're only in love, only in love To rise and fall and
We did it n' died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo wind pipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz n' glamor So fuck them cameras, all I need is
is somethin What you niggaz sayin nuttin It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT [Jay-Z] Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life This is
violence in my insides is glowing and malignant, and the only way to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh air come in. And your public face is
Cane the built me So I could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin' you love
be like "oh-yeah" Everybody going "WOAH" Because the demand is high They do demand supply Do something with your life before you die You gonna feel the love
I'm that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply High, is how I stay all the time ([Method Man:] Niggas close your doors) Yo bitches shut all your
Yo, the bare facts make 'em take flight like Air Max Hyperdermix raps share it and you'll both have tracks Dope man, supply fire to wax, push your wigs
me, no kiddin'! Holdin' up the big bass drum... Interlude 2: There's a part When they start Playin' a martial air; When the brass Shows real class, Blowin' a bright fanfare. For a moment all is
little things that you do, that we shared, me and you, air I breathe you supply me with such wonder stuff just one touch is all I need It feels like
Loved his king's Guinevere All his love he gave her Fought through quests to save her love Showing the way Guinevere A golden tresses shining in the air