your playing the part they?re dying to be just like you Sing us a song where we can?t sing along and you?re the new sensation I?m better off with my
when you just hate everything We're better off on our own It's just a matter of time It's just a matter of time It's just a matter of time I'd rather
If you're walking home tonight, say your prayers keep to the streetlights. I know I'm on your mind with the worst intentions. I'm working up the guts
) like hot candle wax Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we're at (ooh) So let love take us through the hours I won't be complainin' 'Cause this is
and more and more, and this loud cry, ?Free? Siggy-siggy glance and the Now my attitude is worse than an AK Clip never stopping when it's time to kick
you rule, I fell you move closer to kiss me. And I think about you all the time, Sweet sensations all lover me, And I think about you all the time,
power that makes you blind It's all about the the power that's in your mind This is the time to get the power The power age, this is the hour So let the
.. yo this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey y'know? Throw your fingers up Y'know? They gonna peep this, this how we run game on you *singing* Everybody
those uneducated listen to the message cuz it's time we faced it Wake your mind up, clear your eyes up move and rise up before your times up clock is
See I was seeing this one chick, I'm telling y'all She was thick, just like house made of bricks Plus she dress good And when I?m rolling through the
are the days of evil perfection This is the world of torture and fame This is the age of most vicious infection These are the times of terror and pain
Hell was a place I knew a long time ago Everything was dark there were mazes all around Here is where I am here is where I was Here is where I don't want
(feat. Nadia Ali) Your on the telephone Telling me that she's gone Now we've been down this road a million times before Cause it's a sweet sensation
[From "The Phantom Of The Opera"] [Michael:] Night-time sharpens, Heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses
