It's your move, I'm in pain I'm a pawn in your game It's your life, I just happen To be in it for a while Oh, you're lovin' me to death You're killin
I leave it all behind If I cannot speak my mind My conscience defies are no reason You dream of reality But I dream so constantly Can't you see it's a
Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feelin. stack it wall to wall till its leaking through the ceilin. Man All fucking hundreds so whats
Like a little old fashioned music box With just one tune to play My heart keeps singing I love you Twenty-four hours a day Like a little old fashioned
I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour That's when my love comes tumbling down I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour That's when there's no one else around
Hello, darlin', I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think, so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat
How old are you? Are you old enough? Should you be in here watching that? And how old are you? Are you owning up? Should you be in here with? Twenty
I search the world to find the girl I need, I need I know she's also searching out For me, for me I keep on going way past the 11th hour I keep on going
[Chorus] 23 hour lockdown Where they treat you like a ho Slide you a plate up under the door Nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor Prison ain'
The Magic Hour (It's all I wanna do) That's my, the ultimate for me When it's almost dark, the sun is gone down And there's still that little bit of
There are twenty-three hours that I can't get by But the 24th hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come but it comes anyhow And the 24th hour
There are twenty-three hours that I can get by But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow And the
There are people in this country who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their
These things that I've been told can rearrange My world, my doubt in time but inside out This is the working hour We are paid by those who learn by our
Time to wake up the world RedOne! It's party o'clock Hello world, Kat Deluna Hello world, one more time Wake up, wake up, it's party o'clock Got to do
I don't wanna live my life in chains Feel these voices roaming in my brain All they do is dig a deeper hole Deep enough to hold my tortured soul Here
Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on 'Til suddenly