Sex is on everyone's tongue Everybody wants to be tied up with someone Expectations are higher than kites I see through it sometimes Sex is on everyone
I met a woman from another time I couldn?t think but a drink from her eyes Was like water to wine She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind I search
[Talking] Killas Everyone's a killa now-a day Killas Let me tell you about some killa shit Yo, everyone's a killa The first time killas made an attempt
Sittin? down in the Ross pot earnin? my pay Gotta get off these bundles and be on my way But quicker than a nigga could say let?s get paid The Narcles
I'm still waiting for the sun to come up on the day after the end of the world, I'm still trying to talk myself round, trying to find the words, But it
I'm so alive I'm so enlightened I can barely survive A night in my mind I've got a plan I'm gonna find out just how boring I am And have a good time '
I think I'm gonna stay home Have myself a home life Sitting in the slow-mo And listening to the daylight I am not a nomad I am not a rocket man I was
I'm not alone, I wish I was 'Cause then I'd know I was down because I couldn't find a friend around To love me like they do right now, they do right now
Still is the life Of your room when you're not inside And all of your things Tell the sweetest story line Your tears on these sheets And your footsteps
People have the right to fly And will when it gets compromised Their hearts say "Move along" Their minds say "Gotcha heart" Let's move it along Let's
And I don?t know where you went, when you left me but Says here in the water You must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a
Do not waste this evening, baby I'm begging you Your big imagination's playing its tricks on you You think my belief is something I'm gonna do Feel my
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When the sun grows on your tongue, You won't want to stop him. You're gonna die, we're all gonna die, We won't want to stop him.
I was just about to quote Mark Twain When I realized that it's all in vain A twist of fate, a twisted look of pain To defeat the wheat, go against the
Bored in a stable with nothing to do We make a game out of throwing our shoes Lead me to water but not to the track Show me a saddle and I'll say, "Hey
All the fur and fin will lose again 'Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will
Fade out the stress and lack of confidence now Fade in all that I have been again somehow I get lost in these thoughts and speak so quietly I've drowned