The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
Where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? The sprite ones on the corner, dream of
never caught you a breakthrough The people are in lines trying to be you Oh, and now you are dancing I see all the waking ones From silhouttes to the
Words are full of meaning Words can be screaming The truth lies somewhere within Syntax, though clever, is never etched in stone and never hidden from
I sit and hide Hush now people don?t you cry, It takes a hundred pleas to fetch me from the sky Here, what?s mine is mine Only the angels sing of something
We long for the best years of our lives So long to an era, dry your eyes And we don't have a lot to say Outlines of circles on your face Details a certain
ll charge Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pullin cars, on these lanes Nigga I never let go of my heat Stand up man on his feet Little Lazyie Bone on this
rock-a-bye song Papa would sing, I'd hum along I'd climb on his lap and he'd sing to me Only a child on my Papa's knee Now Papa would sing, a little
from an island, you're cutting diamonds with a rubbery knife And the song you sing today wasn't always in your head, the words you tryin' to say are the ones
no crime So if you want some fun and you like this song forget about your troubles and sing along so... just when i'm singing this nasty little song
ancient yuletide carol Fa la la la la la la la la Up on the rooftop reindeer paws Out jumps good ol' santa clause Down through the chimney with lots of toys All for the little ones
: [Troy]: Whoo! [Ryan]: Come On! [Sharpay]: Alright! [Chad]: Little Louder Now! [Gabriella]: Hey! (Troy & Gabriella): Lookin? Forward From Center Stage
: [Troy]: Here We Go [Troy]: Whoo! [Ryan]: Come On! [Sharpay]: Alright! [Chad]: Little Louder Now! [Gabriella]: Hey! (Troy & Gabriella): Lookin' Forward
shit just another name Looking at the destinythere in your palm But now you got your strings but you got no song So sing, sing, sing - shake it like a
things that I understand. When I was a little baby, my momma said, "Hey, son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy. Sing
blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son
world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs
clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin' And can we please pour some more liquors? For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz Here's another Warrior Song
