rate I'm moving, you gonna to have to get used to me This sauce is the weakest, tang and my three step Often rejected cause I reject the reject Garage band
: Raven hair and ruby lips sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman
yeah Prime select and a box of glazed Pulling fly-bys on days When we were young and innocent Elbow drop sundays When mark eaton got beat to shit Laughing at the bands
ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls We let 'em hang and the sparks fly I'm talkin about scrapin
: [Bizzy (Krayzie)] Pick up you'r wings and prepare them to fly (Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah,souljah) In the battlezone,the battlezone (Bone
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it [Bizzy] Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson
: I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets
you begin to make Your dreams all come true On the land or on the sea Where can learn to fly, Play in sports or skindive Study oceanography Sign up for the big band
way; Standing by the aeroplane she held me in her arms, And then she whispered "Oh dear Lord don't let him come to any harm" And as we turned to fly
: I don't have a Master's or Bachelor's, just a certificate sayin' "Certified Rapper", fresh, fly, and dapper Cracker with cheese, and Connecticut steez
Wierd and Gilly, The Spiders from Mars. He played it left hand, but made it too far, Became the special man, then we were Ziggy?s Band. Ziggy really
: Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to If someone takes a spill It's me and not you Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade Don't tell
to fight And it changed everything Here's the ring You dropped the band, I can't understand it Not after all we've been through Words start to fly, my
your block stumbling, mumbling A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does I ain't buzzed, I'mm juss high on life So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly
split you to particles, particles Tell me when and I'm there Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air Stay fly like a limited fare
t even try My baby needs an angel She never learned to fly Oh I ran so far through a broken land I was following that drummer Beating in a different band
left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} Maxi Jazz: New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band
party with G and them boys Clipse Look out for the po po Smokin on the dro dro In those Air force ones and all white band new tees Plus I got these 2
