Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt. Is
Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse, curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt
Let's go Live for this, live, live Live for this Live for this, live, live If you don't live for something, you'll die for nothing Through the best
For a second of your life tell me that it's true Waiting for a sign it's all I want of you Your heart hides a secret the promise of what is Or something
I was a humdrum person Leading a life apart When love flew in through my window wide And quickened my humdrum heart Love flew in through my window I
What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there one wonderful
Yo, Short man I was with this chick the other night She was like hey Diddy, umm, Diddy Why you so motherfuckin' fly? I had to tell her bitch, I'm just
Jesus Christ will resurrect He's got his BMI royalty to collect He's not the white fragile hippie He looks and acts more like an indignant ICE-T Jesus
I had a girl I knew, She grew, became a woman now, I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown, We used to roll the windows down and play
I had girl, I knew she grew, became a woman Now I think that she teaches at one of the schools downtown We used to roll the windows down and play the
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado straight out the grotto I'm so bad my shadow chooses not to follow Little nigga but see me as a fuckin' rhino Lil
PAYING FOR THAT BACK STREET AFFAIR Writers Jimmy Rule, Billy Wallace Yes, I thought that you were true when I fell in love with you For you told me
Everybody tells me You're a woman with the past Quick to make a promise But your love will never last They tell me that I'm foolish To think that your
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yo, yo, yo uh) Why you got an attitude? (Uh huh, yo) Why you acting all foolish? (Uh huh, yo) When you see me out in the street boy
Y'all ready for this? Get down with the sound, house on the ground Freeze when I squeeze, drop to your knees You must of bet, I'm in here to stay Ready
I heard it through the grapevine My new neighbor don't like my big red barn A '47 Ford, bullet holes in the door Broke down motor in the front yard I
You don't know what's in store But you know what you're here for Close your eyes, lay some beside me Hold tight for this ride We don't need no protection
I feel like I?m flyin?, I wont touch the ground. I spin it- sorry now I turn it around I turn it around I turn it a-round! It doesn?t get better