me laugh yo But if you do the math though [Fabolous:] I've been gettin money since Kojak had a afro [Kanye West:] I've been fresh since Will Smith was a Fresh Prince [Fabolous:] Had
could tell Oh something strange had happened there Just what I did not know John believed a miracle But I just turned to go Circumstance and speculation Couldn
won't Feelin' so distant from everyone I've known To make everybody happy I think I would need a clone Places we get flown, parties that we've thrown I've
that we could sit around and, talk for hours about things I couldn't say to you and things that we could never do and, This conversation has had no face
we've grown apart You played the victim so well ? joan of arc [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tryna figure out what the past meant And since when a birthday gift is harassment A rose
Yeah Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey We've been deep in the trenches Aint that friendship Its not always roses (But) Everybody knows this
I should have" And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day Had
and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything
deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance and that was to run Out through the back door of roses I ran
comfort of my aunt faye's couch When I see my little cousin janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch Chorus: Honey how you've grown Like a rose
don't be cruel From fancy cars to diamond rings I've just about given you everything There's really not much I won't do for you I bought you twelve yellow roses
than I could ever give myself Always know that I got your back Don't matter wherever as long as were together We've been through too much We've been
guess everything I hate about me I see in him and I aint finna change, so we'll never agree again just a few things pouring out my soul Rosewood we could
had me in the LQ, yo, shit was mad bumpin' Rappers on the mic was like settin' off somethin' Now parties like this yo God I like lougin' observin' everything
've got a way with words" It's like I strike again blow you away like kites in the wind And hard men with my sharp pin Who rock the spot? I've done
I should have And when I got home, 'fore I said amen Asking God if He could play it again I was walking up the front porch steps After everything that day Had