I'm gonna love you Like nobody's loved you Come rain or come shine High as a mountain, deep as a river Come rain or come shine And I guess when you met
Ebb and flow, weak and strong Ebb and flow, weak and strong Ebb and flow, weak and strong Ebb and flow, weak and strong Ebb and flow, weak and strong
It's scary, I'm Miss Up's to da area So so Def, next to Jay D This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy My mentality happen to be livin' lavish With formalities
Feel your skin, taste your lips The love we made Seems like yesterday Walk with me It hurt so much to let you go Come to me, I let you slip away With
when we started, i was? ever seen. when we parted, now i'm the worst the girl you've met, i don't get it! how could you lie to yourself? i gave my all
Happy ass Weezy, never in a bad mood 3boy I talk sh-t like I swallowed a bathroom girl give me vacuum, do it til her lips drool the ice in your fridge
Escuchame un momento, te tengo que decir unas cuantas palabras que el me ha dado para ti primero he de decirte que no puede venir, con el he estado hablando
When the President talks to God Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our women's rights And send poor farm kids off to die? Does God
She's so very nice you should break the ice Let her know that she's on your mind Whatcha tryin' to hide when you know inside She's the best thing you'
This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This is the result of your Google search For something relevant Stake claim immediately 'Cause hot products
Why must it be like this all of the time time I feel like I'm I'm going out of my mind mind Someone stop me nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone In a class
[Akon] Oh, oh [Khaled] DJ Khaled! [Akon] Konvict Music, yeah [Khaled] We the best We takin' over Listennn! [T.I.] Ay, ay Started in Atlanta, then
Is he a blood? Is he a crip? Is he that? Is he this? Did he do it? You know uhh Look If I shoot you I'm brainless Different toilet, same shit and I'm
With dying proportion To the words that we fling around Make me your king, baby Make me your clown Talk to me, baby Tell me all the thing that I wanna
Everybody's talking at me I don't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows
Good afternoon, Class of 2010. My name is Jerome Weinberg. I'm running for Class President this year, because I believe I can bring positive things to
Standing on the other side of the road With a tear in your eyes Wishing that I didn't act the way I do Took it too far this time I was filled with emotion
Pretty girls oh oh yeah see them walking down pretty street Pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls But you know pretty girls oh oh yeah never