I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo They say Joe too selfish, he
the blues If it makes you feel better, blind me if you want to But I think country music, and I know country music Yes, I'm sure country music has the
To Be WIth You One hour each lonley day? WIll there be no end i need/love you so i want you more than you know when im alone i feel the touch of your
music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music do the talking Let the music, let the music
them you've been talkin' To the ghost of Smokey Joe And should the boots you're walkin' Just tell them you've been talkin' To the ghost of Smokey Joe
Insane blues at the green man inn Cut the lights and pray that you dead Opium dreams through the seven dials and Feel the pillow over your head Rachel
that supposed to make you happy Taking pills and drinking whiskey Picking can be mighty risky Joe don't let your music kill ya nobody cares Joe don't let your music
you crankin up dem speakers I don't really wanna show up any later Because soon were gonna party like it's new years Yo I'm lovin all the music that
public But I'm not gonna say that In my monologue La la, La la la la la This is my musical monologue! You might think I'd bring up Joe That guy who
It's quarter to three There ain't no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe I've got a little story you ought to know Were drinkin', my
you out here, gettin yo mail But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail Watch ya step [Hook] [Verse 3] They say that music is a therapy
gladly You are the wind beneath my wings Oh, well he is"} Quarter to three There's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe Got a little
Forget if you can Romantic music one magical night A corner table in dim candle light A kiss that was heaven for two Forget if you can The day we hiked
It's quarter to three There's no one in the place, except you and me So set 'em' up Joe, I've got a little story, you oughta know We're drinking my friend
O's or them commas But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yes Sir [Chorus] [Verse 2] The future is now I lead on record's dedication for making better music
I see red Without this camouflage I'm dead Pull the pin and blow me cold Will you be my G.I. Joe? (X7) G.I. Joe G.I. Joe At easy, men Your brain's
outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music
