And let your feeling fly away It's in your eyes I can see the love You try to hide It's in your eyes I can feel the hurt So deep inside It's in your eyes
it don't shake it Break it down it's your world, it's only how you make it What it is? What It's all about Let's see how the hell we can rock the house
and phallic The highways traffic added to Friday's madness The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep's
Artist: Fabolous Song: No need for conversation Ugh... It feels good If it feels good don't even fire again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York
s kicking it and never do to much kicking it but candy martini's since artist's have seen it all short and tall, skinny, fat plenty back, jimmys at it it
your games and your plans Do whatever you can to oppress demand But when it's time to drop the bomb Bring the funk and it's on You say you never met