Try to play my mind, try to play me humdrum But now it gets dumb, and here comes the sum More and more and more, and this loud cry, ?Free? Siggy-siggy
a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and quiet If brothers don't recieve their mail Best believe we riot Eating Jack
when I started hatin the phony smiles Said I was an only child) Look at mama's lonely smile It's hard for a son to see his mother cry She only loves you
come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart
dogs... don't do that Let's just let em know Chorus: We dancin', we drinkin', relaxin', wassup.. But please don't waste my time.. And I don't wanna make you cry
Dirty game, I feel the same And do I think her career woulda jumped if she just laid down A tear in her eye, baby don't cry And then she told me all about
can talk all night But that ain't gettin us nowhere I told you everything I possibly can There's nothing left inside of here And maybe you can cry all
your heart that holds your fate Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your union jack Well take your local joker
Maybe i'll cost the ? before you break my heart in two you can insert me anytime i would do what i have to do girl i can show you a spaceman, we can be
(Will Jennings - Jack Nitzche - Buffy Sainte-Marie) Who knows what tomorrow brings In a world, few hearts survive All I know is the way I feel When
to scout it Youths dem ballin' out Hear the ghetto youths dem ballin out Di youths dem ballin' out Hear the ghetto youths dem ballin out Jack and
these old jack tars have sown `Cause Billy Bones just wants to know who'll fly the White Bird home Oh your majesty, your majesty I heard the bosun cry
back The whole block felt the bang Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan Not Charles Brownson Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas
You made the world dance You made the music come to life [Chorus: Chris Brown] This the type of song that make the angels cry (Mike Jack) I look up in
bleed black and cry during classes I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth You can read me \"Catcher in the Rye,\" and watch me jack off I wear skin tight
they shove at us you run out of tears to cry I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled
