Hands to the sky, and throw your head back I can love again tonight We?re down to this track And I don?t care what anyobody thinks about that Hands
be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh oh Right there keep it right there I love when you
: Come take my hand I won't let you go I'll be your friend I will love you so, deeply I will be the one to kiss you at night I will love you until the
young Than live my life without you I rather not live at all Than live my life without you What I'm telling you I'm giving you my life, it's in your hands
To give me all your love Is all I ever asked Cause what you don't understand Is I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw my hand on the blade
t me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And head for the door Outside on the pavement
I've fixed my dwelling for the night Lights in pairs come passing by where I hide I need some time now on my own Leave my loneliness alone To lick my
see things in the depths of my eyes That my love's run dry No... We leave to their goodbyes I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's
: its a trick of my mind two faces bathing in the screen light she?s so soft and warm in my arms I tune it into the scene my hands are resting on her
spoken And I've got nobody else to blame though I tried Kept all of my past mistakes down inside I'll live with regret for my whole life I confess, that I brought this all on my
palm of your hand? You're first and foremost, you're always on my mind Through the songs that I'll sing I'll give you my heart So let's not dwell on
New Orleans fucked (fucked) But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it) All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up) All my hot girls, back
hand and hold your bottle up in the other hand We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, Come on [Chorus x4] Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my
that dance, and let me get behind you While you in front of my man, in front of your man Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand We spending a grand on
a nigga when I played on you I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind In the blind, you knew I stayed with other shit on my mind But all
my hands on my first weapon Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11 Ever since that, I fell in love with guns Saved my allowance for a month and
be a lil' stunna He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on Gotta have platinum chain
years strong in this game Been doing my thang (respect) Eighteen Livin' a millionaire dream (dream) All my niggas worth ten Gs (off top) Twenty on my rolex five on my pinky ring In my