' at my own eyes in the rear view Catchin' flash backs of our eye contact Wish I could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back I would hold ya in my arms
with the birds into soft spoken words That will lead you right into my arms The perfect equation like mx + b Equals why we are probably apart No one on
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
la-la-la-la-la, la. So pop-pop-pop your peepers, and tweak out your sneakers Don't sleep, come on get your Creep on with me! [Lonely Island] Go on,
so deep and warm. So I went and looked around and fromhe bathroom door I found some sounds that had not come fromhere before. So I shouted, "Come on
, time just passes by Until the next time you are by my side babe And when the time comes girl, I'm gonna hold you Wrap you up real tight into my arms
I can't believe that you're here in my arms I've been waiting a life time for you, for you And I've dreamed about you Pictured in my mind who I would
at my own eyes in the rear view Catching flashbacks of our eye contact Wish I could lay you on your stomach and caress your back I would hold you in my arms
As the moon invades our bedroom and reveals the sweat on your back It increases my intensity to go there and never come back I'm trying to hold on, but
How could our love be so blind? We sailed on together, drifted apart And here you are by my side So now I come to you with open arms Nothing to hide
, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're corrupt as a four-dollar buck, come
' on that ecstasy I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on that ecstasy and we rollin' on that ecstasy And we rollin' on
And his music must be stopped" We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the, whole entire world's Gotta try to come up with a quick decision
man die Man cry Imagine life at it's full peak Then imagine lyin' dead in the arms of your enemy Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief Imagine grief on
t come back I'ma stick to the facts Fuck it if I don't go two The homies know that Face stay true And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't change
as a conduit, I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs, arms through it or stuffed