Baby, when I'm wrapped up in your arms It never rains And I'm prayin' for more, more and more Each and every day, oh, baby We're flyin' high and no one
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah I Found A Love I Found A Love I Found A Love That I Need Woah, Yeah I Found A Kiss Mmmm, Mmmmm And I Just Wanna Tell You
Five years old with an imagination the size of the red sea and every night he's out to get me I can't escape from his clutches I don't know one day I
I hit the herb with my niggaz Talkin 'bout words with my niggaz Watch basketball with my tigaz I hit the mall with my tigaz Break all the laws with my tigaz Man, Bobby Shaw
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and endless skies
Right here in my head, you float around and back again I want it in my hands spinning round and round You can't break this 'cause it's always in my mind
halfway and scribbled it down And in the morning what I wrote I read It was hard to read at first but here's what it said Eid ma clack shaw Zupoven
Humba and Tonio From Tijuana, Mexico Hard workin' people I'm lucky to know A handful Of seeds to sew A little bit Of Miracle Grow They started A garden
A destitute silhouette consumes my reverie What part of me draws this scene to erase you? Such an innocent scene to tell me I am not a good person A
We're waiting solemnly at a crowded intersection I might have confronted your hopes A scratched screen glows inside a red room Your comments tempting
Emotion can't walls innocent words pencils conveyed needs stared withered the beautiful orchid I like us made of lead believed our eyes would meet The
Haa tang kao mai? The beginning - a condensed expanse The stars contained in one golden point and released in a black collage From brook to bank to book
Canvas shoes pigment water dreaming childlike peaceful virtuous road cat double decker bus letter violin dreamy warm colorful bed cachalot beige flower
That's my love! so close to the grave, You heard my oath You saw the blood on my face I was the ghost you saw through rain warped windows but I chose
Small hands folding canvas and plastic in low light besides the butcher's bellies smiling, The cleaver falls and coins roll like thunder under the shuffle
We will not recant We rejoice in our sentence We give thanks to God The serpent was writhing in the grass We tread on a dragon's head and climbed up
