today it's your birthday hope you'll have a party and I know I won't be there but it's okay, we don't care I don't have much to say 'cause we talked
all the kids down in my street they can figure out the world and make out with some girl and scream out they're fucked up and they're feeling the world
I'm on the phone with somebody nice hope my phone won't cut off and my batteries won't die cause I want to ask her if she wants to come home too and
last night I've done something rad and I can totally remember how it started last night all my future was coming to the vapors on the ground you were
and you stand here into your house and none of us knows how to write the magic of the crashing stars of love and you're bleeding and all the shy lights
there is pants and there's a shirt there is hot water and it burns and your socks all fucked up and our legs all mixed up don't you think we should
every monday is just the same I have to wait until next weekend so we can talk and it won't cost you a cent it'd be better so much for your parents
hey what's going on when you're talking on the phone to that girl and it's not me and it's driving me crazy hey what's going on when I feel you in my
that bitch up if you can't tend it out boy I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental I'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil Got indelible
[sound of woman being fucked] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] When the party's over, we can get together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever
away Forever me with love Wonder me, wander me Then by a fire pleasure me, peaceful me And in the silence quietly, whisper me Forever me with love, forever
something going on. Tender love is blind. It requires a dedication. All this love we live needs no conversation. We can ride it together, ah ha. Making love with each other
featuring Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man Verse One: Treach Hey boo! Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender from last September
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
far away, a star away Forever me with love Wonder me, wander me Then by a fire pleasure me, peaceful me And in the silence quietly, whisper me Forever
Such bright golden hair A smile always on her face No other love Can ever compare No other can take her place Others may cherish Fortune or fame I will forever
time you need me i will be there me dear i swear there is no faking no heatbreaking like a volcano this ya true love is shaking in tender caring we