Church Music

Colorado Trail

Chuck Wagon Song

Chickery Chick

Charlotte

I got no money babe you got no car. I just can't see this going very far. and I know that you're gonna believe. all of the things that you've heard about me.

Caremotor

Casters

Baby's getting anxious, the hour's getting late. The night is almost over, she can't wait. Oh, things are complicating, my love is in her hands. And there's no more waiting, she understands.

Cobarde

Déjame escuchar lo que no quieres decir. Delante de mí ¿Qué es lo que intentas ocultar?. Quiero conocer de ti hoy todo lo que yo. Nunca pude ver.. Quiero comprender qué hice mal.

Can't Let Go

Stick around just like cigarette smoke. Like a dream i fell asleep but i never woke. They say you bad but i just can't let go. You get me high like cocaine make my heart race.

Coma

[Verse 1]. . Its kinda funny ain't it, attention must of shifted in the room cause them others hating/ got a body like boom with eyes that could stop the matrix/ wit an ass so fat you could make a Nigga think you famous/ baby I could dig it you wanna lay up in the bed hit the hookah while we switch positions/ need ventilation hit dab city one time rather get freaky girl let's admit it/ a little buddy told me that you were into red wine/ a blunt of OG before bedtime/ ain't no time like the present/ and right now baby is the right time/ looking like you thinking pretty hard pick a life line/ wanna get stone yeah baby that's a like wise/ make me wanna eat that thang up like a pot pie/ mama told me never trust them chickens with the nice thighs hol up/ stir it up Just like that Marley song/ then hit the blunt straight to the face until that Marley gone/.

Concord

You wait, but nothing around returns to yourself in better ever. Hands up wearing the garments right to regret the falling weather. You came up with an invitation typed in the brightest manners saying.

Columbus Suite: To The Port

Caverna Armanica (act I) (interlude)

Pitta pat, pitta pat, hear the rain fall down on the tarmac. Tarmac, Tarmac, Tarmac, Tarmac. Pitta pat, pitta pat, hear the rain on your door step. Door step, door step, don't step.

Closer

Closer: Artistry In Rhythm