[Chorus:] One day I'm a be so rich and I can buy my moms a house Got a livin' room with a big TV and I'm a still sleep on the couch I'm a have 'em like
Diallo One day, one day Fanta flee away with the sun one day, one day, Fanta ,melt away under the sun one day, one day Fanta flee away with the sun one
Park With George"] [Barbra:] Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this [Producer 1:] Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one. [Producer 2:] No one
Time: 2:14 Lead Vocal: Mike; Arranged: Brian; Backgrounds: Brian, Marylin Wilson; Carl, Dennis, Mike and Al; Piano: Brian; Organ/Moog Bass: Brian; Drums
a love song I wanted it to be just right Tried to make it beautiful But all I can think about is our last fight I was gonna play it on piano Had the drums
(with Elton John) [instrumental for the first 0:19 of this song] {*thunderstorm with rain fall in the background*} {*piano plays softly leading up to
7? And the only thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play the piano Ten years have passed And the one thing that lasts Is
So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some
all them business deals But the last of the big-time losers shouted before he drove away, "I'll be right back, as soon as I crack the one that got away
Caught me unawares No one knows and no one cares They put you down no matter how you try (1) Put the words together Feelin' so strong I can't last forever
one, hit me No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'? (Huh, you know a bitch ain't one) I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis But a bitch ain't one
leave ya Took ya love for granite, I was blind And I'm hoping you can accept my apology, for this one last time You can tell that I ain't had her, 'cause
a love song i wanted it to be just right tried to make it beautiful but all i could think of was our last fight i was going to play it on piano have
game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin
one, two and three Bad little mama she built like Alicia Keys No facade, her strut is hard, based on books by Intelligent jail crooks writing to let the time
ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackel No time
got Richard Pryor on the video We got time to think of the ones we love While the miles roll away But the only time that seems too short Is the time