Jaded, washed out These clothes don't even fit me anymore But I'll try, to get up Cause I don't feel like sleeping anymore I know your teeth are sinking
(feat. Alicia Keys) I know the player with the slick trigger finger for Her Majesty Another one with the golden tone voice and then your fantasy Another
Walking home to you Walking home to you I'm talking through my wounds that I'm bleeding out for you Talking through my wounds Walking home to you I
Once I stood at the foot of a great high mountain That I wanted so much to climb And on top of this mountain was a beautiful fountain That flows with
Christmas time will soon be over, Christmas time will soon be over, Christmas time will soon be over Then we'll join the band. Wake up gals, let's
Was all the summer, and all the fall, Just trying to find my little all in all But now she's gone, and I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going
Spider got eight legs and I got two That's 'cause I got six strings What about you? Well, what do you got? Did you get for free? Well, better get
Yeah Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up
a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well -- tell ya mother hi. I'm the other
All the nice thing, Jack Colonial suits and things, look at here Now I am sorry for the man Who don't love this land Now black and white, they may fight
at home and I make him do my tech support It's all about the Pentiums, what? You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen You've got white-out all
's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines
the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He
wheel on With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white
her get on the ave It's mind manipulation in every situation There's a pimp an' a ho Somebody roll this Dayton downhill Takin' the easy way While the other
with our so-called soul mate Made for each other chit-chat But that dried up white socks With the cutting edge facts Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
