Talking:. I want you. (No you don't). But I gotta leave you. But but (Ion care) I need you. (Man you aint gotta apologize to her man you trippen). (shhh Man).
Hey, Rich Boy, Lil' Jon. There's a lotta motherfuckin' bad bitches in this motherfucker. I think I'ma walk over to one of them motherfuckers and tell 'em this.
WHY DONT WE GO SOMEWHERE AND LOVE. . I dont wanna read the paper this mornin. I dont wanna hear no busy city sounds. So many things are so much important.
[Verse 1]. . Been Through so many t hings i don't know nothing else. I swear there's been times where i don't believe myself. I try to convince myself cause i know it ain't true.
?yeaaaah yeaaaaah. ?Just wanna make u mine x3. ?i needed time the first time I met you. . ?yeah - yeah. hey you there from head to top. ?yeah-yeah. notice u're pretty pretty well.
When it feels this good. Nothing can get any better. And on a night like this. Nothing can get any better. And when it feels this good. Nothing can get any better.
A man is like a rusty wheel. On a rusty cart. He sings his song as he rattles along. and then he falls apart.. . And we'll sing hallelujah. At the turning of the year.
This cruel country has driven me down. Teased me and lied, teased me and lied. I've only sad stories to tell to this town. My dreams are withered and died.
Dirty people take what's mine, I can leave them all behind. They can never cross that line when I get to the border. Sawbones standing at the door waiting 'til I hit the floor.
Love me, love me say you do, let me fly away with you. For my love is like the wind. Wild is the wind, wild is the wind.. Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness. Let the wind blow through your heart. Wild is the wind, wild is the wind..
The lights come on, I track her moves: locking the door, crossing the room. She's on the phone again, and when she laughs I feel my blood rushing - I feel my blood rush to my heart....
Last thing I remember. I was standing on a hill. Shaking out my long black hair. I heard the song of an angel. Rising from the trees. I made my way to the source.
I am transparent. An open book. There's no choice in the matter. But the breath from my mind. Is living air. And the notes from my heart. Are what I share.
I stepped on a life. A living emotion. I murdered the concept of devotion. Oh lord..lord..let me die. Or let me live not another lie. I crushed a soul.
In the red. All the cruelty dealt. To one big soul. In the black. All the hiding from. The pain in the dark. Now as I go into battle. I am armed for the fight.
We're waking up. Yes it's good. We're waking up. Like I knew we would. There's a breath of hope. For everyone to share. There's a growing force. Of people who care.