see that play again and again there is no doubt - a decision will soon be made, maybe tonight I'm afraid to go my way but desease found it's way to me
my ting right now Wow, I blow my own trumpet And if you don't like it, lump it I'm a UK badboy and just for the record I like tea But I don't like crumpets
would be her grandest dream And speaking of dreams, I really must say I couldn't have dreamed you up Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
that, my pen tap, my lens snaps Then I go black, then form two more greater lights The one rules the day for all human life [Hook:] Make way the High
: Intro: Andre Benjamin and George Clinton *singing* Everybody's got opinions on the way you're living But see they can't fill your shoes Life is made
make biscuits and I?ll make tea We?ll curl up close and then fall asleep To the sound? of no one else no else around And if Ive learned anything at all In this short life
the way she eased out on her tippy toes Skip the breakfast, tea for two We made no plans to rendezvous, yeah Someone for everyone but no one for me (No one for
Ting Right Now Wow I Blow My Own Trumpet And If You Don't Like It Lump It Im A UK Bad Boy Just For The Record I Like Tea But I Don't Like Crumpets
To Yours, And For Everybody Else We Stand Up And Applause, For Takin' A Little Time To Listen To Me Spit, On This Free CD, Hatchet, Sampler Shit, And For
to match my grill How you haters feel to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here? my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all the way to western
I ain't no socialite, I'm a little too loud I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea, ya Down in some honky tonk brother that's the place for me A hard
ice and give a grown man chill Oh girl when the attendant flip her own whips Flew a playa the Vegas's for their own chips Life of the party, the two
be dead, she was too busy talking Busy talking, busy talking They can fill a cup or two and still disturb the peace It's never made it all the way from
a friendship With many forms of energy till everyone repented Now I'm end this with a sentence(?) and a sentence become a way of life To stay the
Intro: andre benjamin and george clinton *singing* Everybody's got opinions On the way you're living But see they can't fill your shoes Life is made
right in the streets, Im a hustler people my life's in the street, Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets, My watch, my chain and the tea pot, That way
Just another afternoon and i'm choking down tea for two when you've flown so far away,and you know im waiting when the consequence of rage comes crashing
