: I let it fall, my heart, And as it fell you rose to claim it. It was dark and I was over, Until you kissed my lips and you saved me. My hands,
ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm getting shot down And I'm feeling mean
horse Lose a couple Win that big divorce I wanna be in the headlines Anything to be in the headlines Saw my chance Made my break Took the biggest float In the Rose
lies..." Fall short this time of goals you rose to meet that night, Don't worry yourselves - worry yourselves, We can carry ourselves - carry ourselves.. How does it feel
re living your life in somebody else's heart. My love is as strong as oceans are far apart. A summer song keeps playing in my brain, and I feel you and
sugar walls Aw naw! getting to the nappy root Knocking boots in stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto! A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal Never settle for less my rose
-Tip) (Wow we're in Stereo) Question for the ages What's going on with my back pages? Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen You got to feel it within
: Dancing to the feel of the drum Leave this world behind We'll have a drink and toast to ourselves Under a Violet Moon Tudor Rose with her hair in curls
, with my heart my skin my kiss, stand back drop to your knees, ill stand back as you bleed with my heart my skin my kiss This blade it feels so cold,
blood of the land in my voice Everybody got all the money Everybody got all the beautiful clothes Everybody got all the flowers I don't have one single rose I feel
around We live and we die, we know not why But I'll be with you when the deal goes down We eat and we drink, we feel and we think Far down the street
to think. In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity, In secret, for pieces of change. The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you And it makes you feel
: All twinklin' lee Can't see the right rose when the streams abate The old slave men might grind slow But it grinds fine, yeah African herbsman, why
knock on the door Rose petals on the floor Its time we make sweet love I just cant get enough Take ya boy shorts off Ooh ya skin so soft It feels so good
control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose, Open and close just like a case Place to place ya feeling
Bone] Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose, For the niggas that close hit '
hole in the toe you won't lose Your favorite record that's all scratched and used But still you love to play when your feeling blue That faded rose
: (L. Hargrove - M. Kennedy - P. Rose) The ads in the paper, The signs in the yard This house ain't a home anymore Gone are the lovers, Who lived there