With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. But five or six bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on
I keep laughing Through the tears I cry No way life is getting to me We're all out there Gotta live and die No one's above it May as well love it Face
A mountain of stone, a door of steel Can't stand in my way, I'd go on Brutal machines, unbending laws Can't slow me down, I'd go on I've learned how to
of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it? Damn, it feels good to see people love on it For those who love slow down 'Member Motown
hell of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it? Damn, it feels good to see people love on it For those who love slow down 'Member Motown had
the highest god They start to rise from the deepest depth "My King - dead - no!!!!! Dying by the lance... so slow..." He wipes the tears Away, and
You (But U Gotta Understand) That Im Lookin Out For Us Two (Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh) So Baby You Should Just Give Me Your Heart And I Swear I Wont Tear It Apart, No... [Chorus: Slow
shed a tear. Because this here, is a celebration, We're not mourning, We're celebrating Yeah So baby don't cry, Please don't let the tears fall So
[Chorus:] I got my cup filled up, we came to have a good time so turn my music high we gonna tear this place up Warn the neighbors it's a party, so go
Far away from home, Black woman you cold, Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face, Started off on thin ice, I'm still here but I can't skate, Slow
roam i roam i am the hungry wolf and run endlessly with my mate welcome to the dripping jaws the alter of your death at daybreak i roam ready to tear
my motherfuckin toes I ain't got no love for you motherfuckin hoes Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up With a left
my throne I reign someday Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up Life is so fucking hard, Jesus will it ever soften up I'm tired of crying tears
off Lay it down little daddy straight take them off Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain Tears be
So brother come with me, and die slow I hate you to death, but yet I loved you so Wanted you to feel my pain since 91 So brother come with me, and die slow
for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow
't let go of me Baby I can give to you any way you like it you just let me know I'm giving you the key so you can ride me fast or slow Cuz on this ride
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek Sheddin quiet tears