I dont want to live by routine Tonight the party?s just begun ill go and tell all of my friends to come and join in with the fun They?ll be no drama
awake all night listen listen to the sound the sound of my heart calling now i love the way you move i love the way you taste (Thanks to Sarah for these
of mine is better off now your here Be strong now I can taste the air i can hear the ocean calling me (Thanks to Sarah for these lyrics)
time time will take its toll [take its toll!] so then we'll see who takes control who'll let it go for love or lust x2 (Thanks to Sarah for these
, but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit
your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go You can do it too young love You can do it too young love Just watch what you do young love And watch who's in your crew young love
that they love and who love them forever The glazed, dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for toffee wrappers And
I wanna show all of my haters love, this song's for you If you acted like me, and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me, too See when you gettin
lives and it reflects the plight of those fighting so if we ain't right and always at the throats of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes a metaphor, for
The Aphelion Deserts A chaos born from solar winds For these storms are known to me The stars thirst for darkness The Aphelion Deserts This, the foremost
weeks I've been having ups and downs Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying Around with the idea of ending the shit right here I'm hatin' my reflection
need for change A touch of love in fear of hate A rushing wind that's asked to wait For the promises of rain A pearl of wisdom entrapped by poverty She gives love
we gettin' down with the sound is provacative It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot
Less Brittany, more happiness, less misery More victory, less losses More workers, we all bosses, of course it's reflection What we need More love, less hate
the bottom feeders hate Feed the love to the babies, not the love of Mercedes But the love of a night like this Filled with cool peeps, chilled drinks and
of America disguised as a pillar The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And
remember? If it's a question of fate Do you love, do you hate? Do you try not to remember? I see your eyes In my own reflection These broken skies
love us, you know the niggas hate us We learned to make the money, don't let the money make us We can't fuck with you fakers, we keep a gat for jackers
