Let the Piano Man Play (2x) I?m call you in the middle of the night Before we have a little problem You You You, Me & You, You You And it ain?t gon be
I live in a cake The one that I make Don't wanna hear About my mistakes This is the chance I take I live in a cake The one that I make Try not to worry
I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change I wanted to come visit You waiting in the springtime When the leaves change
Like us all you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
Shes the brightes Ive ever seen Brightest Ive ever know Shines like 22" crome (shes a missing piece in my life) Like a 24 carrot ring that needs a stone
[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache
( live peel session 2000 / robert johnson ) The woman I love Took from my best friend, Some joker got lucky, Stole her back again. You better come on
When I was a young boy my mama would say Son, you ain't always gonna get your way Times will be good, times will be bad You ain't always gonna get a winning
Stars are falling down onto this broken-hearted hungry clown because he cannot get his fill. Never thought that he would ever want this much from a man
So full of hope that he can't sit still even in the presence of strangers. He's expecting his favourite guest, the boy with easy virtues. But when the
On Tooting Broadway station I knelt down and wept. My hands hit the concrete floor until my fingers bled. I will cut him out of my heart, I will leave
