I picked a piece of paper up and pretty soon the images collide I'm shining on, shining on, shining on I'm shining on, shining on, shining on
house of love Sitting lonely on a plastic chair The sun is cruel when he hides away Shine On... Shine On Shine On and on...and on... Shine Shine On Shine Shine
Go on and take a bow Grab your clothes and get gone (You better hurry up) before the sprinklers come on (come on) Talkin' bout, girl, I love you, you
on this song Yeah, I'm a child of God, my reflection is on Yeah, I'm only 15 and, but my sixteens is strong Didn't want me to shine, now we sharin' the
I walking though the park at night Kiss and touch, nothing much, let it blow just touch and go Love me more, never leave me alone by house of love People
on me, on me, man, man I think She want me, want me, now I cant leave her lonely naw Ooo I cant believe it. Ooo ooo she all on me, on me, man, man I think
brother on death row and let him know whether he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full
why we bleed the corner dry, until the laws raid Trying to make a dollar, out of nickel and a dime KFC and McDonalds don't wanna hire me, because my teeth shine
m thugging to death I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain't gon tell on myself Houston Texas is my city, and I love it the most And when the FEDs
still rising, while you coniving You ain't shining, but bitch I shine like a light All day all night, whether gun fight or fist fight Get the Roley on
residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg, ask the Presidential playa Roley, mansion, my click expanding fa sho Swanging on 4's banging Z-Ro, smoking on do
from me if I nod off The only place I don't let her go, is in God house I'm a gangsta fa sho, you better believe me I bet I'll be on that doja, every
mind Puffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low on the ground Satellite shaking bitches, putting cameras on cords Puff the yay and pass the weed, cause everybody love
Although I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead I could a give a fuck about a buddy, he don't really love me So there ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love
stopping Bam, I'ma keep my ego to boosting Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jock I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on
