(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Oh, Angie, Oh Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear Angie, Angie where will it lead us from here With no loving in our
Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here? With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
Oh Angie, Oh Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here With no loving in our souls and no money in our
I bet you realize this time that When you see my friends sitting outside they were There to help me pack my bags And tell me don't listen to you if you
Angie, Angie When will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here? With no lovin' in our soul and no money in our coats
Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh Oh yeah, uh huh Listen, holding back the years Thinking about the fear I've had so long Will somebody here listen Listen to the fear
ya to know that, I'm here for you, forever true, 'cuz you're my Everyone of ya'll, you know that Angie loves ya For everyone of ya'll, you know that Angie
Hey Musiq, yo You think we can do this, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah How do we make love And what's it truly made of? How do we make love And what is it truly
Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now Ally oop now, ally oop, ally oop now If I hear I'm sorry one more time from
Said it's a sho' fire testimony Check it, whoa Whoa, rap on the do' Whatcha know about being poor? Whatcha know about borrowin' From the neighbor next
Uh, yeah, try to be cool Tired feeling all that, you know what I'm sayin'? Positive, you know what I'm sayin'? Check it So pissed off Lookin' at life
', yearnin', turnin' in my sleep 'Cuz soul music be who I be Now this is for the real soul cat, leaders of the pack Just remember, Stone got yo' back
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound you The joy of children
It's three o' clock in the morning Tell me where you been See, I'm in pain, these migraines And my cramps are getting near Don't wanna hear your stories
