be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this is Frank-- can you come, yeah, can you come over here and be
With the sweetest wife ever, I love you, honey I buy her everything, if it takes my last dollar Even her nails and her hair to be done at the beauty
you from Your enemies and all your demons I'll be the one to protect you from A will to survive and a voice of reason I'll be the one to protect you
find myself being faced with Being pigeon holed and accused of imitating It's a struggle and it's so frustrating Telling me I'm tryna be the Asian Craig
now that's not all there is There's a blue flame inside of you So beautiful and rare Love's not something we decide to do You'd be so hard to love,
a barber and his wife and she was beautiful... a foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life... and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous
me more than glad to be alive You're always there when you say you'll be And I know I always will remember last December For some reason or for a few
'll be the reason that you missed this year Man who needs ya? You don't need me, I don't need you neither That's why my next Lex gon' be a two seater
bladder bleed from an itty bitty hole Do the weird blitzing, no, no, no You bet your sweater should be all the way gone Bees may not be reasons to believe
me I'm swollen like a banana fish now I'm never gonna make it, make it out of my hole But I keep on laughing, doesn't really matter There's dozens of reasons
call And the rain never stops And the skies are gray And the chance of romance Slim as a bright sunny day This is partly the reason I'm so overwhelmed and shy Because your beauty
Before my very eyes revealing all this beauty Questions filled my mind once again Clearing my thoughts, have I been blind? Now I see it The hole is
you're thing. Come summer you're acting so differently. What could it be. Could it be me? No couldn't be. No couldn't be. No I shrugged it off, its
hole But I keep on laughing Doesn't really matter There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul When I was a teenager Suckin' booze with the Vatos Discussing who was gonna live to be
s issues that i find myself placed with, bein' pigeon-holed and accused of imitating, it's a struggle and it's so frustrating tellin' me i'm tryna be
Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back [Chorus:] YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin) YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be
lennon "they can't all be ballads julian" and bruno said what anders said some producer said to young lennon "they can't all be ballads julian" open up your eyes and see the beauty
't help but smile I resemble my mama to be truthful And I ain't got to describe her You know she beautiful Shit, I always love my mama Blow holes through