We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out Hey, hey, hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased
for the Yankees, Did it all for New York and this love no need to thank me, Millz [Verse 3 - Tyga] Uhh, fast money I don't slow dance, Young Money muthafucka
it really doesn't matter 'cause you know I keep it moving Middle of the dance floor, lean, I'm grooving Baby cocked her bumper out, you know I gotta
the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love
carry you home {carry you home} Come back into my arms Suspended on Silver Wings {On Silver Wings} And a thousand words {oohh} Called out through
break and it all begins Now he waitin' in the wings And Porter's callin' out his name Believe You can fly, you can sing Take a leap, spread your wings
to children not yet born. No one could afford the ride they just hitched up the 101. But they'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing like doves dancing with broken wings
say it Don't you know you gotta love me You gotta want me Well there's a sparrow without a wing And there's a song with no one to sing And there's a
do me And I'd rather listen to the brand Nubians You know it's funny, everybody wants money And material things from cars and chicken wings When they sing, they sing
The screen door slams, christine's (angelina's) dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy orbison singing for the lonely
deep You guys just keep it rollin' You gotta just keep it rollin' You guys just keep it rollin' You gotta just keep it rollin' You guys just keep it rollin' You gotta
gotta go my way all by myself Love is only a dance 'Cause I gotta go I gotta see, I gotta Try my own thing by myself And teach my poor heart how to sing I gotta
evasion? ... an expense account? ... and per diem, too? ..." Some men say he could dance They said he could dance And of course they were right
wetness known as water. Aqua Pura. Mammals drink from it. Fish swim around in it. Little boys wade in it. Birds flap their wings and sing a song like-
? Two people watchin' TV I'm not ready to quit bein' free And I'm not willing to stop being me I've gotta sing my song why should I belong To some guy
jump, ( Jump, jump! ) Hoop, she tells me to dance, an' I dance, Gotta listen or get no kissin' from "Tina Marie" ( Hip hip! ) Hip, she really did clip my wings
? Two people watchin' tv! I'm not ready to quit bein' free And I'm not willing to stop being me I've gotta sing my song Why should I belong to some guy
