PARKWAY DRIVE] I'd give the world for you to look my way. I'd give it all. Just to feel your love. Cast aside. Separate. Destroyed. Sweet laughter bleeds
Perfection is a blessing And it's lucky that is graced you And this ain't new to you See why they choosing you Baby, you're my love Fly as a dove, and
hopeless See ya black like me So you snap like me When these devils try to plot Trap our young black seeds Look it Cops are just as crooked as the
: (Ol' switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers..) Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up Hahaha.. had love for 'em, but why you turnin on me? Why me? Westside
Recluse and outcast lepers of this age The innocent incaged by paranoid, misinformed minds Enter the champions of love (so called) singing loud Grinning as
wings and chase the day away The time that is for love I know is near The mystery we feel will soon surround us The journey of both laughter and a tear
he moves I watch him from behind He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes Intent and direct when he speaks I watch his lips When he drives I love to
rain. I've been slow to get you but I'm working as hard as I can. This time, it's what we believe is true. And whether you believe I'm in love with you
love, slow love And every minute that we have It goes too fast Wanna show you how to rock it so this feeling lasts And make slow love, slow love Slow love
travel through all our memories, In our own little space in time, You've always been mine... Through the years, I feel your love beside me Through the laughter
s tech-9 bullets humming. [Bridge: (Two guys talking)] Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got theyselves into another jam (Well I'd love
through the years Never bring me any tears Let your arms be as warm As the sun from up above Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love Bring me
I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter You're a poet And a saint You are the only one I choose to imitate Oh, like the love of a father
before my eyes As you tear and tear your hair from roots That same head you have twice removed A lock of hair you said would prove Our love would never die As
all but lost As deep as any sea - with the rage of any storm But as gentle as a falling leave on any autumn morn... Let's talk about love - it's
: It's crowded in worship today As she slips in trying to fade into the faces The girls teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know Farther than
things he loves are far away. And precious things are dreams unto an exile. They take him o'er the land across the sea -- Especially when it happens he's an exile, From that dear lovely
