When I woke up this morning I was feeling mighty good My baby understood had to do what she should Lying near a pile of wood Laying it on some Playing
Is the south side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the north side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!) Is the east side in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Come together men of wood Burning sunsets where you stood Like three hats lying in the snow There's nowhere left for you to go Light escaping through
Music, music, music The blowin' of the wind If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast Your
Went down by the old courthouse Stumbling through the streets Had to get out of the house Had to use my feet And you may not think much of me now But
No more walks in the wood The trees have all been cut down And where once they stood Not even a wagon rut appears along the path Low brush is taking over
By Richard Dobson I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY I CAN FEEL YOUR HEARING NEXT TO ME AND HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER GAY YOU TRIED TO TELL
Some days every word gets in our way You don't make sense of what I say And every answer begs another question why I didn't want to Maybe I could have
Se me hizo agua la boca Y yo queria morderte a ti Pero por darte gabela te dejaba ir Se mojaba toda mi ropa De tan solo pensar en ti Y no duermo sonando
Oh we had a quarrel we had a fight Looking funny you and I We were running round the house shouting murder. Believe it when I say Don't you ever get
Take me Break me Tell me a good one And maybe i`ll cry Go with me Show me And maybe i`ll die Lately i`ve been dancing in ceiling fans Into the
It seems that you're in trouble and the finger points at you It seems that yo uget mexed up in your many points of view One sentence contradictions are
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man Come out to the west coast more often Aww it sounds good, ooh What was you talkin' about? Yeah I got to leave here
Yo Alright It's that new Wooden Leather Yo, well it's a new day, full of them grits You cooked the Sunday meal at six Lets get it while this gettin'
Yooooo I said yooooo For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it This for my country thug street yeagas You know we gon' Smoke good, drink
Holiday Holiday One of them is fat and loud Second one is black and proud Third one's drunk and wild Fourth one slip and slide One of them is just shy
What is it you tryna hide Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin' The way workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl
I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by I'm sick and tired of not livin' right I'm sick and tired of bein' sick