'Cos this love, yes this love Is all I'm living for Yes this love This time I know that I've found my harbour I've found a home With this love, with
at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this And
are wrong And for that we fight all night long If you knew all the things I knew Walked a mile inside my shoes It could make our love flow all night long
on a feelin' a natural high you better believe it and the reason why it's a thing called love it makes me feel so alive love,love love and john lennon
Forget them other men, girl pay the little attention! A little bit did I mention, that Jennifer's in Love with me John Mayer, so sit on the bench. Man
And city of gods It's love when the city's at peace Or the city's at odds Either way I need to stay Wherever I am within a five mile radius From the night
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again But the time that I can lay this tired old body down
stacks like the international house of pancakes all alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes palms is wetted (?) never the walk miles for love I sit
pancakes all alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes palms is wetted Don?s regret never the walk miles for love I sit at starters deck it just happens
no more candles Whatever you do Then Willie stopped singin' And the prairie wind blew The grain kept rollin' on For miles and miles The fields of fuel Kept rollin' on for miles
Lamb of God It was the greatest demonstration of love that the world would ever know God so love the world that he gave his only begotten son And this
Wall: (yeah, Paul Wall, Tech N9ne, The Popper, Swisher House, TF.) I do this for my patnas standin out there on tha block, And I do this for them haters
love This love won't let me go So long Angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles
s this friend shit? Homie?s? Dawg?s? What?s this nickname shit? Jacks? Frogs? Nah, so I put up fourty-eight, Not to make a point, but to set this shorty
be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself We'll get you through this
the international house of pancakes All alone ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wetted Dawns regret Never the walk miles for love I sit
the fire On a night like this to be safe and dry Is my one and only desire So here's to those that are dead and gone The friends that I loved dear