talkin' to you And now the medics gotta mind to your face, tyin' the lace You tellin' that a D.A. got 'em tryin' the case, yeah Bottom line you cowards
everything But that's a song that's out of time You know that love is the botom line It's the bottom line Now I've been working day and night What
, uh And love, when I look at you, I see my reflection So I offer my love, affection and protection Shawty, you dead fine but the bottom-line is you're
, what'll it be? I asked my friends and they all agreed You're exactly the kind of trouble that I need I got songs to give, I got songs to prove Songs
ROC? [Repeat 1] [R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next The name ain't debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night
schizo There ain't no bottom on the ? ? ? Chorus [talib kweli] Come on, come on, come on, come on Here we go. blackstar, hop on the blackstar line
Except for the bike And I told him that you made a mistake And you left them at my house last night I told him you thought that they spent the night with
baby, I'm the bottom you're the top! Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine, And I can feel after every line A thrill
whiskey, beer and too much wine Playing our songs for nothing but that bottom line But on that stage each night, were captured by the sound Singing these songs
yourself, uh And Love, when I look at you, I see my reflection So I offer my love, affection and protection Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom-line
men came out And I laid myself down and I looked around And I couldn't find my sweet lamb I'm looking for my bottom line And as soon as I find it I'
bottom you're the top! [BILLY] Your words poetic are not pathetic. On the other hand, babe, you shine, And I can feel after every line A thrill
in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms behind-the-scenes. And I can't forget the endless rows Of sleepless nights and eatless nights And nights
a megaphone. HE adjusts his spectacles and assumes the grave, patriarchal air of CECIL B. DE MILLE.) SAMMY Behold, my children, it is I, Cecil B. De
the followin' Gettin' played like stone love tapes and dollar vans Order reverse your universe so your demise is first Before your rise, it gets worse, you need a night
. We just end up failing. The bag pipes are playing our song while we wait in line for our lives. Grab my hand before I kiss the bottom. This table is