if I thought it would please But I let it slip away I'm looking out for someone Someone to keep the faith Someone to keep the faith Written and performed by Jane
has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) -- Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith
Damn, sometimes we lose some good ones man, y'know? They don't really understand this playerism Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know?
on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and brats are away To fall in love, we fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane to keep
is pray a?¦ Produced by Mark Street Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane Piano and keyboards - Pete Jacobsen Lead and backing vocals - Jane Words and Music - Jane
This a thug song And when we out in crowds, I still hold you like I'm proud You make me feel like, I'm in heavin' walking on clouds You stay fresh new tags, I keep
I love is old school like Mary Jane Boston baked beans and candy canes Exchanged look on a number two train Run catch kiss sunshine or rain Jackson 5,
the rain keeps pouring down And I haven't got a clue Why there's faith in all these clowns This is the modern world This is the modern world Jim and Jane
/ freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/ kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/ spend quality time, faithful to mary jane
on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and dads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane to keep
on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep
society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) -- Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith
that father try to visit in a blue moon It's safety still, life ain't a game it's real From the finch to the jane get filled To the park and the scarbs
I got off the roof 'Cos the rain keeps pouring down And I haven't got a clue Why there's faith in all these clowns This is the modern world... Jim and Jane
my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep
