dames to tense in the Range Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name Limp with a cane, lactosin' limp for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames
bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put me on
want to share these poems of my soul My verses are light green But they are also flaming red (the next verse says,) I cultivate a rose in June and in
of the night The flames ignited I see you smiling Standing there with so many beside you How can I choose from plastic faces And Christmas presents done up in June
and lonely breezy afternoon in the crib I just finished doing vocals time to lay some adlibs You could feel it cause it was the month of June No Question
got Ups. How you get down, It's like a Flo Party, Doin' this all over like Tevo, I get around, I know you're down, So what are you Virgo or Vegro? Feelin' your flames
I can give it But even still I don't regret a single minute Oh, to hear you laugh, to feel your pain To see a thousand waving flames It's just a part
together like the storm and rain just like the fire that needs the flame Just like the picture needs the frame we go together We go together like the moon and June
June, wake up, June The tree's on fire, June, oh no Love is a Christmas tree But don't think any old tree is safe Some have a long expire Turn your house
leaf hanging on my family tree And it's a weak branch that's been hanging me April, if you May, comes to June and July All these months to the flame
[Lost Boyz ad lib for the first 20 seconds] [Mr. Cheeks] I think it was the month of June, when I bumped, heads with this chick Me and my click, we
Shuffling through the autumn afternoon And the autumn leaves reminded him Another summer's come and gone He had a long, lonely night ahead waiting for June
, I am driven, it seems These bitter tokens are worthless to me Just like June, the curtains are closed The ghost of shame, he sits here and sighs I love the flames
jail in their rendition of The Cell-block Tango. [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June] Squish. [Hunyak] Uh-Uh. [Velma] Cicero. [Mona] Lipschitz! [Liz] Pop. [Annie] Six. [June
By the time I got to Woodstock It was going up in flames In June under a silvery moon Why do all your songs turn out the same? Got got got got, not got
to hide his tears in a world of fun But loveless bedrooms filled with doom Bring silent heartache July to June Swoon over new young hot flame Mourn
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, June 1997, edited June 1999) In Pandemonium the rebellious counsel aligned. As the great dragon arrives from beyond the
together like the storm and rain Just like the fire that needs a flame Just like the picture needs a frame We go together We go together like the moon and June