I want to pick up the phone and tell you that You're everything I need and more, if only I could find you Like a cold summer afternoon Like the snow
Have you ever had a day, yeah? When everything was going just right for ya The sun was shining ever so bright for ya And you were croosin' down your favorite
[INTRO] What goes up must come down (whos that?) Let me tell ya, Snow come back But I dont wanna come back down (whos that?) Look at me Im on top of the
Been searchin all my life just to find you In love with something about you My soul feels empty without you Where you've been hiding So hold-a-me follow
about this girl name Laura You can find her shiny teeth at any corner Nice and ready for da [unverified] who want spend him dollar So soon as she see Snow
through with these so called friends of mine 'Cause no one was around when I was doing time No one ever called or send a dime None of these fakes drop me a line Snow
After that she want a check Snow perform in Cuba Maybe meet him in person sing Informer to her (Informer) Next day I take her to the hotel and do her [CHORUS (repeat 2X)] Snow
about this girl name Laura You can find her shiny teeth at any corner Nice and ready for da mon who want spend him dollar So soon as she see Snow she
Every time I close my eyes I think of you Remembering the things that we used to do But now I?m out here so far away Just the memories of yesterday
[Verse 1] Have ou ever had a day yah When everyting was going just right for yah The sun was shining ever so bright for yah An you were crusin down your
through with these so called friends of mine Cause no one was around when I was doing time No one ever called or send a dime None of these fakes drop me a line Snow
for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll Like some clap on lights in this bitch I?ma be clapping all night in this
a weed spot on the block Hannibal live Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer Red-Nose Glow in the night, when his nose gettin' right I pimp Snow and
snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap
with timber, that's wood grain What you ain't know, this a hood thang All my thugs let ya wood swang Bitches make ya ass clap I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP