(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Write me a song about singin' Write me a song about free Do a little tune about lovin' and a-livin' Do it just
ended in that awful tragedy And it will be the saddest song that's ever heard You write the music, I'll write the words. You write the music, I'll write
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Write in C. Write in C, Write in C, Write in C, yeah, Write in C. BASIC's not the answer. Write in C. Write in C, Write in C Write in C, oh, Write
'Cuz Whassup nigga? If a muthafucka would have told me years ago That the game today would be so fucked up Common holla at cha boi That these muthafuckin
free Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee And Lord I can't make any changes All I can do is write
We fell in love and you threw it away You're lookin' for that perfect thing to say You're no good with words, well, that's okay That's why I write songs
.C. There's Democrats and the G.O.P. But the ones in charge are plain to see The Clinton's, Bill and Hillary Now in Washington D.C. There's Democrats
we looked at them eleven ways You said, "Look at me", I looked away And you wrote the song I wanna play I'll write you harmony in C Everybody, everybody
ain't leavin (C'mon, c'mon) We tryin' to be rich before we do stop breathin' Then fall, we kinda hustle lanes (What?) Stay layin' down on muscle games (C
is the part I like right here I like when I see everybody on the dance floor Yeah, I see y'all just shakin' your asses C'mon, hold on, I need to break
, send em in (c'mon) What you waitin for, let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you
'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write
we ain't leavin' (C'mon, c'mon) We tryin' to be rich before we all stop breathin' Then fall we kinda hustle lanes (What) Stay layin' down on muscle games (C
me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This will be the realest shit you ever