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Michael Ball All By Myself

Nobody's home Chorus: All by myself I don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself I don't wanna live All by myself Anymore Hard to

hating, I ain't trippin on these niggas Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas Ya Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my ball sneaks 30 pair Michael

by the name of, uh hood Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got Eff it, I lick buckshots Hood, madman, I rip up stages Lay down all your wages, I'm

vanilli,but this is really how it goes mouth my words, dont say shit, shhh shut up bitch and ride this dick im just playin, lets have a ball all we

the groove to make your eardrums ring And I bring this, to all the party people that demand most Funky as Parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross I wouldn't present myself

tail and he's in for the kill Then the Steam Train's rolling by. WOMAN 2: He's better than Magic Johnson MAN 2: The man's all talk, no action MAN

you like to go? " You know, so I went with her, and we chilled Got her drunk off the Eight Ball, and we illed She was stupid rich, so I bought myself

Being\" and all, maybe... I still have faith. I'm guessing I still do. I still believe in you. I just need whiskey these days that's all (Thanks to Michael

popular comedy from the earliest days of television) "From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley" - STEVE ALLEN (introducing Elvis on his variety show) "I d like to thank all, all