turn down love like it's really bad You can't give what you never had Well bless your soul, you can fool a few (hey ai) But, I know the truth and so
[Chorus:] I found my smile again You helped me find my smile again I found my smile again You helped me find my smile again I don't know what it is
Maybe I will not Let me tell U, baby (Even if I was a gigolo all my life) If I was a gigolo all my life She'd still be there tellin' me just how much
You know what I think heaven is I think heaven is you You know that a place where I can find happiness A place close to your lovliness Some where to
I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him see the joy from that shit? Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me, New
as it was. 'Till an angel comes your way and man she's fallin fast. You know she's so in need but she is to afraid to ask. So you hold on out your
in the ground Joseph found Shining plates of gold "What are these Golden Plates? Who buried them here and why?" Then appeared an Angel His name was Moroni "I am Moroni" The All-American Angel
the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar it's going to pay me before I die CHORUS So bob your sweet head
in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts The gym teacher never cared He'd just join in on the action He'd make silly gestures
Johnson and all his football player friends did They'd always pick and nag call him fag and such and such And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could
move in are humbler by far. Go away, Thenardier! Do you think I don't know who you are? MME. THENARDIER He's not fooled. Told you so. Show M'sieur what
where to go So I said a prayer and God heard it Come and set me free, Send an angel to me One kiss, heaven isn't far You're everything my heart desires
From pretty boys And from the best ones You pick up connections As they hand you your directions To the Western Slope I lied to my angel so I could
band you gotta see to believe He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve It's Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers'll bleed
I'm still out there Roots crew to the to the to the to the Y'all know the name, I got game like an Evangelist Relax to my man D'Angel-ist, who could
