I remember how The sun came shining through the trees Made shadows on the road I was driving home The morning after with the taste of you Still on my
Come back, you know I miss you Got to hold you once again in my life It's late, it's quiet A taxi waits at the door Footsteps, a door slams What's going
She's got the moves to paralyze She makes the lame to walk The way she cruise can tantalize She makes the dumb to talk I had to pick myself up I picked
We must have been stone crazy When we thought we were just friends 'Cause I miss you, baby And I've got those feelings again I guess I'm all confused
As twenty swirling swans sing our farewell tune And the sobs, sobs of love fill the room We fly, we fly, we fly And burst sparkle filled balloons We made love, beating
You love and learn, you learn to love And you learn she's gone Don't it hurt to love? It hurts to love When you learn she's gone Two cups of coffee at
Good times that's when you feel You're something special in the family wheel Bad times they hurt so much The reason for so many people losing touch I
Here we go then This is your life, this is no fantasy I'm gonna tell you this Oh, this is your life You're one on one with me Oh girl you're a gypsy
rocksteady beat from london town to l.a from moscow to bombay from new york city to madrid this is rocksteady beat rocksteady beat- clappin' hands stompin feet... this is rocksteady beat
got no home So Ain't got no shoes Poor Ain't got no money Honey Ain't got no class Common Ain't got no scarf Hot Ain't got no gloves Cold Ain't got no bed Beat
Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6 [x4] Do you know what is on? Do you know what is on? Do you know how this beat is made in fucking London, Doc? [
[Beat starts] Uh. Lets do it. uh, Floor not havin it, cover this track like a motha fuckin laminate. Yeah,real niggas in my cabinet, you the type of
like go whale I'm so well ahead of them I'm unpaved I did justice to Justice one fre' one thing that you niggas must acknowledge, I beat beats like pants
Waiting for a fight High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight Come back of the skinhead come back of the boot People that we don't beat up We're
we've got a dog on beat now We gonna take care of business too Listen to the drummer, lay down his beat Listen to the bass man play that same groovy beat
Now it's YMCM, packin' all the freaks in Take the Lamborghini out once on weekend Youtube killer, pockets full of Skrilla Old school Chevy, inside vanilla Send my girl to London