mean Who can prove he has the power To show you more than charm And take you on your way To where you want to be At the end of the day It breaks my
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
I need to step outside Another day Marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground Been pushed down by
won't be far from home Walking down the trans-Canada highway I was talking to a firefly Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee When another car passed me by Some day
stay out yo bod-day, hydo-hottie, I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me, B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis, 20 blunts a day, high got me smokin
and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by) [background singers repeat
Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on Fiends love me like a Drake song Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias
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
by 'Cause this was love at first sight 'Cause this was love at first sight, it's okay Any other day I would of just let you, pass me by 'Cause I see
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
his soul "Aye poppy aye" was the cry as he made love to me I was freaked by the way he just to do me And then one day when I was washing our clothes
someday It was made by him above just for you and me to love And someday we will live in the garden (Let's regain the garden... [ piano ] If we regain
Up a lazy river by the old mill run Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun Linger awhile in the shade of the tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream
home By itself, it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a little wedding chapel, later on that afternoon An old upright piano
always someone on the scene Starblocks, we get it out by any means Coffee shop, trop spot, hand to hand, get my guap Pack the scale *** sack for sack *** Rockstar, *** , piano
ya league You can bump ya gums, all dat bullet talk you say Don't mean shit, mafucka dis a new day You can neva play me like piano, you sloppy I'm jus
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man But I gotta feed Tianna, man So I move keys, you can call me the Piano
