To lay me down, once more To lay me down with my head in sparklin' clover To lay me down, on e last time, to lay me down To be with you, once more, to
Clap, clap, clap, clap If you need a fix, yeah If you need a fix, baby, I got it And you say Blackstreet, and you say Clap your hands, just clap your
Under the waterline No place to retire To another time The eyes of the world now turn And if we think about it And if we talk about it And if the skies
I can take one heart that's been misused Take two eyes been cryin' the blues Kiss your lips and then count to three Make you forget every man but me
Love for the party, love for the nation And love for the fix, for the fabrication And love for the corpse, for the corporation Love for the death and
Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
When the lights are low We notice down below How it glows brightly And all we've washed away Now comes out to play With me But this is a farce If it
Fix, it's true Keeps on rainin', baby It's all crystalline Your word in my head Gonna watch from the balcony Sing backwards and we Fix, it's true Keeps
well it's come undone looks like i'll have to fake it seems like i do that anyway admit to no control i thought with time i'd get better i am temporary
Your eyes they send me to eternity Your heart may cast me down to hell I'm gone but lately it's your love It's condemnation enough Identify, please identify
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY STEVE WARINER AND BY WILDFIRE She brought some perfume from Paris And I bought
swagga in place now let me get to it im badder that your nigga and the nigga's next to him I do me bitch, what are you doin teardrop tune got you bitches
Oh I've been down that road Holding my ground and it kills me 'Cause you're so cool to be around When you're around But I think you've lost you And I
Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
See most wanted It's the epitome of this rap shit Get it M R dot M A N We bring it to anybody that want it B double O N I C 'Cause we real, check the
Yo, everybody get down, yo, you can't be mad at us, man We just doin' what you doin' you know, doin' us Niggaz wanna hate and all that shit man, everybody
Aye yo, come on Ayy papi [Foreign Content] Gotta get this money Playa-haters lookin' at me funny, nigga don't want no trouble Know why? 'Cause bitches
Yo, once the Mo start drippin' hoes start trippin' Tell 'em my name Boo you know we all hittin' But look mami I got 3 drinks in me stuck And I ain't tryna