Monae and Leftfoot Whoaaa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And
Yes I used to walk the highwire every night Yes I used to walk the tightrope But it got too tight. I walked the straight and narrow line My head was spinning
Jesus save me Jesus save me Can I tell you something? Can I tell you a story? It's about me and Billy 'Cause I remember I remember it all started when
Hold my body tightTightTight Hold my body tightTightTight Hold that body Oh hold me I c u over thereBody would I love 2 share oh I hold u in my dreamsBut
Hold my body tightHold that body Oh hold me I c u over thereBody would I love 2 share oh I hold u in my dreamsBut then I wake upJust a dreamI'd do anything
I saw you standin' by the Slurpee machine White studded belt and skintight jeans I tried to buy you a Hostess Cupcake Baby, you're so sweet, I got a toothache
[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is [Fat Joe:] R to the Eezy [Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen [Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, u so
Saw you walkin' on a backstreet honey Tryin' to slip away Did you find someone to take your money And did it make your day Take a lesson from someone
Cheapskate on the hill A thrill seeker makin' deals Sugar city urchin wastin' time Town of lunatics Beggin' for another fix Turnin' tricks for speed
See You Baby Walkin'down The Street You're The Kind Of Guy I'd Like To Meet Want To See You Do What You Do Let's Go Somewhere Want To Make It With You
From new york city to east L.A. Touchdown miami Philadelphia, P.A. Look out your window Hang up the phone Honey, run tell everyone That band is on the
Last night I dreamed I died and that my life had been rearranged into some kind of theme park. and all my friends were walking up and down the boardwalk
Do du, do de, ya Do du, do de, ya Ba da, da da, dum Do du, do de, ya Do du, do de, ya Ba da, da da, dum Hold my body tight, just be my lover Can't you
I grew up on western swing Bob Wills had me hooked early in my teens A fiddle was the only thing I put my fingers on Faded love was my love till you came
Sometimes it feels (like I'm walking on a tightrope). I jump fast, can't last It's too late to stop (It's too late) Hope is only a shadow now Sometimes
I dreamed, I was headed down to Puerto Rico Now I'm feeling like I really gotta go 'Cause I really wanna get away And spend some time with you To get
Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it And I say what's tight 'Cause a sista write rhymes all day and all
Pam, the funkstress, you're so tight Just scratch me up and make it right I'm caught up in your flow tonight So you can transform my world Pam, the funkstress