my lips For fear that they could fall and fade into the air Who cares? CHORUS Guide my way Be my star on a stormy day Light my way Be my star on a stormy
box of my car So I'm front page of the sun, the mirror and the daily star I'm either goin down for twenty or thugs are out to get me My walls are bout
:] [Jane:] We be! [Kev:] Free and funkedafied to def [Jane:] We be! [Prohgress:] Junkies when the beat is fresh [Jane:] You are [J Splif:] Something like a super star [Jane:] Say OOOO [Jane
and It's like their all the same My appetite for lovin' Is now my hunger pain And when I'm feelin' sexy Who's gonna comfort me? My only problem is Their
blowing out of the singing South then will I be going, sea spray salty upon my mouth. [Chorus] When the tide is drifting over the silver sand, my heart
same And I need that, hey I need that (in my life) When I feel washed up and inadequate And throw all my songs away, no matter how mad I get You make
get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panetela Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, stacks in my backpack
gooooooooood Thank God for the man who put it in my hooooooood It's got me singin melodies I never thought I woooooould I'm feelin sorry for the homies who be
in love the first time I ever saw ya And I couldn't get you off my mind, Hey Hey You reminded me of candy So you be my Mary Jane And I'll be your Sugar
Music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane Songbird sweet and sour Jane It's my aeroplane Sitting in my kitchen I'm turning into dust again My melancholy baby The star
ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and
my hood be actin like da stars From in red Beamers,[?] big cars They can look at my life.. [talking] Ha Imagine this No more tears for my momma And no
my stare And feelin my glare, brother thinkin bout unrollin the bear Strokin your hair, (Touchin me where?) Yeah there Chorus Verse 3: Will Smith I know the deal, I talked to Mary Jane
you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk Someday, someday There are skyscrapers for you, Jane Never
now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my
everywhere we are Everywhere we are Oh, okay now, I'll be ballin', I'll be, I'll be ballin' You can catch me in the air, I'll be ballin' When I'm tryin
now i be ballin i i i be ballin you can catch me in the ait. i be ballin when im tryna buy some gear, i be mallin in the middle of the club or where
my Final Frontier like Captain Kirk Kirk Not to be on my ball sack But, this isn't Star Trek So puff the magic dragon and hop on my flying carpet Preacher
