saving all my love for you Till you'll be coming home I'll be there for you To brighten up your eyes I'll be there for you To make you realize When I
your touch But I'm feeling you every day And I can almost hear you say You've come along way baby And now you live in heaven But I know they let you
words But I pray that it's my heart you've heard I love to hear your heart, telling of your love Telling me you'll stay forever I thank you for your touch And for
a phoenix inside of me As I march alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear Yeah, yeah I am ready for the road less traveled Suiting up for
And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entourage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you
you like I know you, all the little things? Does he really love you, like I love you, how can he compete? If he makes me fight for you, die for you, would
I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You
for dance) You can pull the trigger or you can build you an ark My words are rather kind you keep them held in contempt Looking for a nine and then a
we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes We long for freedom, for freedom You
has fallen desperately in love with a human named Anthony Greendown! And you know the rules? She is now scheduled for immediate dis-assembly! Bounty hunters you
you Nickee Coco We were so sad when we thought we had lost you Nickee Coco now we're so happy because at last we found you we found you we love you
you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You
niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out (Marc
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba (chorus): cuz she so patriotic so so patriotic she so patriotic the way dat she be march she march she march march for me soulja girl march for
'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First
Hey yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Cars for the misses and furs for the mistress You