The look on your lips. Well it looks so inviting. We could talk with our tongues. Or we could we use them for biting. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your thighs.
We've arrived. After the trials and tribulations. Here we stand. All the naysayers left behind. The mountains we had to climb. The handwork and the time.
Ooh. police officers go away. and never come back again. it will save lives. and prove that. black lives do matter. there was something happening ago.
They say they care for their kids. but your letting them have sweets. they will get diabetes. They say they are honest to their kids. but the kids are crying.
Rape Is Good. Never fight that good sexy feeling. . It's not what you look like, when you're doin ' what you're doin '.. It's what you're doing when you're doing it.
You tell me that we're all canines. but that is very untrue.. . police use the term for violence in the streets. for the poor children to cry.. all the canines are dead.
Love, oh love, oh careless love. You've fly through my head like wine. You've wrecked the life of a many poor girl. And you nearly spoiled this life of mine.
Money train. . So Let me see you work. Work Let me see you. Work Work work. Work Work. . Woooo. Woooo. . (Yeah). Loading Super Bowls, Championships. College chicks, Take her mind off her scholarship.
[Chorus: Justin Hibbert [i]]. So tell me what it look like. So tell me what it look like. So tell me what it look like. Tell, Tell me What it Look Like.
[Verse: Justin Hibbert [i]]. And it seems that you're learning. Learning the game. Learning my ways. And catching up to pace. You can't run away from me.
[Chorus: Justin Hibbert [i]]. I'm on high time. My time. Living my life on high time. Todays my day. Tonights my night. Cause it's high time, high time.
[Chorus: Female]. This is old School. Like a boom box. Sample that pete rock. This is old school. Like a boom box. Real life no boondocks. This is old School.
[Intro: Project Pat]. BLACKED OUT. . [Chorus: Damas]. And a bumbaclot feel it real tough. Till they run up, Blacked out. And a bumbaclot feel them real tough.
[Verse 1: Justin Hibbert [i]]. And i'm out on my grind. And i've been doing mine. And my lady so fine. Read all the signs and now your mine. I got a few dollars to my name.
Far and wide, I've searched for the coin. in the mouth of a fish. . And I have found nothing yet. Call on the half moon to shine its light onto. your loaded heart.
[Verse 1]. Remember, when we were a little younger. Everything was good, everything a joke. I thought you would have lost the picture by now. Thought you threw it out, thought that you moved on.
Born in the jungle, it's the lion's den. What the hell you gon' do when it's your time to spend. I'm thinkin' to myself should I take that chance?. Do I not, the streets callin' and it's in my hands.
We might be crazy. We might be drunk. We're sipping on whisky. . And now here we come. And we're riding dirty. This might be fate. Three words are for your face.
Tenho sentido um desamparo. No meio do meu coração. Fica o sentido pouco claro. Ser lhe falta a emoção. Um coração apaziguado. . Perde muita tensão. Dei um segundo ao meu amado.
I used to think. love would never come. knocking at my door. i'd just stay still, alone.. . Nights on my own. thought I would be better all alone. now I know.