leave a dime. Chorus 2: I wanna be a dancin' man while I can, Gonna leave my footsteps on the sands of time, If I never leave a dime. Never be a millionaire
I was a dancin' by... I wanna leave my footsteps on the sands of time... A dancin' man Of rhythm Ha huh....and rhyme. A dancin' man A dancin' man A dancin' man
how it should be. ZANNA: Alexander the Great, You can be sure he wasn't straight ' He was a man. BUCK: That's right, got no business with a wife! ZANNA
between my legs, you fuckin kid you'd be the man but hold ya Head. Because if a fifth was a fifth we all be drunk... nigga dont, put no Yayo in my Blunt
Vous qui passez sans me voir Sans meme me dire bonsoir Donnez-moi un peu d'espoir ce soir... J'ai tant de peine Vous, dont je guette un regard Pour quelle
been so Black and blue. I'm so forlorn, Life's just a thorn, My heart is torn, Why was I born? What did I do to be so Black and blue? I'm white inside
got plenty to be thankful for I haven't got A great big yacht To sail from shore to shore Still I've got plenty to be thankful for I've got plenty to be
be lovely as a holiday. On how to be charming (On how to be charming) You got to be merry (You got to be merry) If only to weave a spell And you
lettin' me Be myself again I want to thank you for lettin' me Be myself again Thank you for lettin' me Be myself again Thank you for lettin' me Be myself
Thumbelina You will be my wings You will be my only love You will take me far beyond the stars [Jacquimo, this is silly! This is a weed patch!]
ever try me Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious Why y'all be thinking about beef I be
I had to be somethin, that's more realistic Like I could actually be Like a construction worker or somethin' Man, construction workers ain't realistic man You can't be
strap, I can't stop, can't quit (can't quit) bout to be legit and make him worry bout a trick (bout a trick) Trying to get witcha in the rap game, everyday
mean that I can't grow and own my own. And understand what I need to do as a company, as a label, and as an artist, and as a man and encompass that in
just another story about a shark eating worms It's not a riddle, but subliminally catches on How one little lie can turn into a bigger one When I was a
brother who's schine Thats why everbody want a mother like mine A bralley be, with a walleys be That aint bigger dude's thats smove since balleys be
Baby brown kicking up ?? The type I keep up on my hip Nice hips, nice lips, nice everything that could ever come in a package, I'm in a hurl in a lavage
