[Chorus]. sometimes i wonder. is she tha girl for me. shes always open. there in my time of need. but i wonder. does she think of me. deep down i love her.
Wishing on a lonely star, wondering just where you are. And if you ever think about me girl. If I could go back in time, I guarantee youll still be mine.
"I See You". . [Chorus:]. I See You Pointing. So Now I'm Pointing Back. I See You Smiling. So Now I'm Smiling Back. Girl You Looking Like A Star. From A Movie Set.
I Made My Excuses and Stayed (1991). Lyrics: Will Birch/ Music: Bobby Valentino. . I only popped in for the one. To pick up the gossip. And sup up and run.
She got conversation, never hesitating, when it comes down to us. Cause when I first met her, Never had to sweat her, niggas start to chasing skirts. Shes the kind of girl that you never want to let go, and I wanna make this work.
[Verse 1]. It's the kinda thing i can't explain. maybe i'm loosing my sanity. something bout the way your body taste to me. like a scoop of my favourite ice cream.
I remember it all.... Man there he go right there. What's up now muthafucka?. (Gunshots). Now you's dead muthafucka. Hey Blaze. Blaze wake up. It's time to wake up Blaze.
911 emergency, please hold. I'd like to report something. Operator, she screamed so loud. I know that's terrible isn't it. God, I mean I never heard anything like that in my life before.
(Blaze). Ever since back when I was alive. I always thought to myself what it would be like to die. Today I'm more dead than a doornail. Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell.
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side. Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide. Do a drive by in a second. Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement.
Ya know who it is. It's us bitches. Black Buddafly. Swizz Beats. We gon' switch it up a lil' bit. . You're like chilling in your beamer listening to me.
You're my baby, yes my baby, treat a lady like she wants you to. And let your lady treat my baby, like my baby, like she know I got love for you. You're my baby, yes my baby, treat a lady like she wants you to.
What should I do, what should I say. How will this feeling go away. How can I hide whats in my mind. And why does it matter anyway. He let me go and Im alone.
[Verse 1: Jazz]. Free as the wind. I wanna be free like an angel. I was so lost within. Couldn't be myself. And that caused failure. Something inside.
Feels like I've been falling into the shadows of myself. But I'm stepping out you can love me or hate me now. Seems like I get caught up in the hype every now and then.
Sit back, close your eyes. Peep back, got you open wide. I'll let you get a taste of me. It's going down in mystery. Sit back, close your eyes. Peep back, got you open wide.
Ladies and gents, soul music lovers everywhere. All around the universe. You know as well as I do the things I change. Changing, changing. The day will come, warning, warning.
Come along and reap, I need my song. We're climbin' over. Beneath the sea, march on. Time is almost gone. It's all in me, no, maybe. . Here we go again.
Bicka-bicka Biz, bicka- bicka Mark. . I'm the drunk dance rocker, but don't drink vodka. Never sang a song called Frere Jacque. Rap rhyme schooler, composition Ruler.
My name is Biz Markie, I rock for Queens, Astoria. My new album is called, Weekend Warrior. But every time that I always hit a note. Just like DJ Kool, eh ah, Let Me Clear My Throat.