drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie And hope that it will last, morning is here night has passed My grandfather was a doctor He cured the sick
D.C. all up in this bitch About time I got my respect And now these hoes are on my line like Sally Mae on college debt Gotti here, I'm in this shit Hey
seems that we have a cure Chamillitary Mayne Get off your couch and go get it I'm up early in the morning Thinking 'bout getting this money All I know
I been thinking about all of our morning rendez-vous Watching the sunrise, reflecting in your eyes I been thinking about how much I hate when you're away
but you look like you're sad Your smile is gone, I noticed it bad The cure is if you let in just a little more love I promise you this, a little?s enough
re doing it wrong Only you can cure the loneliness It's no misunderstanding How can you be confident when you're all wrong with it This ain't love this
Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine Mix it with alcohol and go insane In the morning the edge of the knife Where the hell is the bright side of life?
's a good day for curing your ills So take a deep breath and throw away your pills 'Cause it's a good day from morning till night When I woke up this morning
of steel--The Sword of Song). We gathered together as sister and brother to dance when the world was abed, Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
You woke up this morning With a disease The doctor said you will be dead By the time you're 30 Well if they find a cure you just might be saved But by
own talk show Your brother aced the science test, he found the cure for morning breath I came here by taxi you came by limousine And all I have to offer you is this
to my head and spring up in my bed Screaming out the words I dread I think I love you (I think I love you) This morning, I woke up with this feeling
to my head And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread I think I love you (I think I love you) This morning, I woke up with this feeling
so I'm startin to jack off 'cause I'm so horny...and your lyrics are so corny That they bore me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait
At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have drank too many beers But one day you'll pay Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger
Sex over the phone In the morning Sex over the phone In the afternoon Sex over the phone Sometimes late in the evening Sex over the phone This is the
been too many times When I?ve drowned you with these perfect lines And you?ve heard me say that I can cure you This morning I woke up with this overwhelming
just laying on my mattress There's this pretty young thing, real attractive laying half wake no that was just imagined What time is it, shit need to get a grip This