got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum But she's the most fun I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don
pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump; pump, pump, pump. Wish: Lights out; we comin' through. We ain't satisfied-- hope it
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano
, paralized, mud slides, excuses, that are made up, can't focus, I hang out wit, commrads an cromies, dudes an boys an, mutha fuckaz juss betta hope
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for the bait
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
m broke but I'm happy I'm poor but I'm kind I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah I'm high but I'm grounded I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful
the key to my happiness you now hold can't you see I'll sit here crying and wait for your call but oh the pain the pain of it all [ piano ] I keep hoping
the other one And just keep on walkin' Walkin' them blues (piano) That's what you call slidin' em, too I hope the old lady's home When I get there
smile on my face Super hero, utility belt tied around my waist Tryna be next, quicker than the reflex Chainin' down in keywest Every class recess, na na na now My pockets deeper than your v-neck Hope
Just to get a chance to talk to you And say thank you For everything you've done for us I don't see why this can't be done I hope you agree, what do
And I wish him luck I hope he gets it right As he lives my live He's got a house all to himself That overlooks a park He's got a piano all to himself
Breaking up in the station, a final train I don't even know if I'll ever see you again Is it a choice that we even have? Bang, bang down on piano 'til
a warning As a warning A warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano
joyful song [ piano ] Praise him praise him Jesus our blessed redeemer For our sins he suffered and bled and died He our rock our hope of eternal salvation
a door frame I tried so hard to finally settle down Heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano rag I never could get used to happy sounds But I hope