tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a
bringing Call me whatever cos your words don't mean a thing Guess you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing If you look back in history It's a common
someone to say hay que tener fe todo pronto cambiara lo que suenes llegara you'll find one day loads and loads of friends around center stage above the ground
POS:] (Mary had a little lamb) That's a fib, she had two twins though And one crib Now she's only fourteen, what a start But this effect is ground common
mountains To the humble common ground My reign will be a super-awesome thing Oh, I just can't wait to be king I'm going to be a noble king So enemies
was a kid you're bringing back those memories of the things that we did you're hanging round and climbing trees pretending to fly d'yer wanna be a spaceman
with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation And a prayer making you strong Where you belong Where you can live in the love of the common people
the cracks you step between If it looks like rain, if it makes no sound It's an echo of pain on common ground Love's like a junkie, addiction's a fact Passion's a
Watch me get as high as a heat wave honey Tell me what you hound dogs think Set in my styles with a beady eye I got connections with the underground Call me a common
living on a prayer You could be a millionaire but we won't pretend You know you're more than a friend Just because you love me I'm a love you til the
our losses. Strike the ground There's not a message in the sound Hold out your hands When your God's not listening The common ground of a modern day
?m not looking for a love that will last I know what I need and I need it fast Yeah, there?s one thing in common that we both share That?s a need for
'm not looking for a love that will last I know what I need and I need it fast Yeah, there's one thing in common that we both share That's a need for
't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
the boulevard and down the beach, I've learned some things that only time can teach, For instance, love is more than just a speech, It's got to find a common ground
a pack on his back Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a
much +Passion+ that Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella need a Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) I need
your ears a little closer Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat That was taught if a