're miles apart All I wanna do, Is be with you be with you There's nothing we can do Just wanna be with you Only you No matter where life takes us nothing
we're miles apart All I wanna do, Is be with you be with you There's nothing we can do Just wanna be with you Only you No matter where life takes us
to this slums This ain't livin... Jesus [singers repeat in background 3X] We believed in you Everything you do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black
wanna do, is be with you! All that I wanna do, I just wanna be with you! All that I wanna do, I just wanna be with you! [Guys] Who's that girl? She's
The Status Is Here, Oh. (Everyone): High School, Lives On Forever More! High School, High School Musical! (Everyone): High School Musical, Who Says We
pot and they high man I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me So I would go to school and try
Am, Lemme Introduce myself to the new generation, Wylcef jean, a singer, songwriter, composer, In high school I used to be a battle rapper, But then I got with
m the kinda guy that you never wanna toy with And now you know that I'm talkin about the boy with RHYMES More RHYMES When you say Young MC, you are sayin
frontal, which is concerned with speach and voluntary muscle activity, the partietal, which is concerned with the interpetation of sensory stimuli, the temporal, which is concerned with
feel I gotta dance It must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music (music, music) It must, must be the music It must be the music, must be the music
preps in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be
preps in the polos, the studs with pros Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be
you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court I give Nick everything he need, why you filing child support? Left me, and now you hurt cause you ain
might just come with marble just what to switch to two-tone, these hoes be on my zipper Im bald fade with the clippers, I might just come with Burban
pockets is gettin' fatter Yours getting flatter When you heard the glass shatter That means me and my niggaz done gathered Now you bout to feel the wrath of Somethin' that you wished you
