like everybody Tired of playing make believe Cause I am the blind, and the blind lead the blind My time, our time, My time, it's time My time, our time, My time
Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt like this before Yes I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my
been searching all of my days All of my days Many a road, you know I've been walking on All of my days And I've been trying to find What's been in my
it love you wanna find I can take you where you wanna go Just stand by my side And just be sure what you want You can't be wasting my time Communication
[Mingo, Moose and Sam] I'm bidin' my time, 'Cause that's the kinda guy I'm. While other folks grow dizzy I keep busy Bidin' my time Next year, next
[Mingo, Moose and Sam] Je suis bidin' mon temps Parce que c'est mon genre Et les autres s'enervent, mais Moi, je vais continuer Bidin' mon temps.
When the smell of the rainwashed pavement Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold And the streetlamp light Fills the gutter with gold That's my time of day My time
Georges: [speaking] And so my friends, once again the inevitable is upon us. It is time for us to end our little show, time for all the pieces that
he placed the seasons in my ear threw religion in my heart well well well I can ring up my Jesus ah I can ring up my Jesus ah I can ring up my Jesus
CHORUS: Give me just a little more time And our love will surely grow Give me just a little more time And our love will surely grow 1: Life's too short
my veins suck in her blood it's time to make a change not crazy this is my event yes no maybe got a fool up my tent chorus: going all the way like
you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya What the fuck you think its time to come up And
in the studio nigga with burners nigga. Shootin' a joint up, nigga. Lookin' for a nigga. But ain't nobody shootin' and shit nigga. Nigga, with my gun nigga, between my
before and became popular I lose something every time I leave my house Trying to gain something by running my mouth My conscience don't hold a grudge against my
a shark off, protecting my city They all grab my CD and now I'm a popular rock star. Like it or not though. I'm a marvelous artist. Working my hardest
Artist: Fabolous Song: No need for conversation Ugh... It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York
on my hip Nice hips, nice lips, nice everything that could ever come in a package, I'm in a hurl in a lavage up in my palace cuz she's my beauty queen
... tattered on my hand, the d is in me you can pretend ... but any for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion and i put on for my city detroit
