Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane I ain?t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I?m a goin? home My baby jus? wrote me a letter I don?t care
ticket for an aeroplane I ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I'm a goin' home My baby jus' wrote me a letter I don't care how much
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letter I don?t care how much money I gotta spend I got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone I?m a goin? home My baby jus? wrote me a letter
: Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane I ain?t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone I?m a goin? home My baby jus? wrote me a letter I don?t
Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside, strivin to dead em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside, strivin' to get 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
this. Couldn't do it without you. Chapter 1." [Verse 1: Nas] January 28, 1968 Born into this world as William Griffin The Great Chapter 1, Winedance
massaged it's da proof. Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken, Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked. Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams
manaj and get massaged it's da proof Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin sodas takin... Paper dat would make... take dem photos naked Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat wiggie williams
might be wantin to consider me a tomboy Boy get it right, I'm still strictly lovin men Send me your love, don't ever think I don't need it Shit I got