I pray to the skies above, Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. Malguena, Tho' you are
the problem is you're lips are long gone Baby can you forget about the stressing? Let?s think about the present, tired of your stressing I just want you
would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? Now you may well just find yourself, on the ballroom floor You know you cannot get away, you cannot
the door in your building But are you still willing The responsibility becomes an afterthought When one remembers the things that they should've bought There's no pretending that you
to kill, suffer my sin Forever and always...in a dreamless dream Over the Garden there is life waiting Over the walls there is blood pulsing there
keep You in the wrong place You in the wrong time You with the wrong someone Smut Peddlers, false poets get done One by one, by one by one You in the
mission My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin' So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch) You got a steaming
tumble out but can't eclipse The feeling when you press your fingers to my lips I want to kiss you in a rush And whisper things to make you blush And you
flame In his heart there burned a flame, oh Lord, in his heart there burned a flame When he saw the grief upon us in his heart there burned a flame There
the sheets are across the floor You tell me that love don't last Drawin? circles with your fingernails across my back As your lips form the words that you
Could You Be-Michelle Wright [Russ DeSalvo, Arnie Roman] There are lovers that you take And compromises that you make When you know you're better off
I It overtakes me, It Wakes and Bakes me It overtakes me... Oh oh oh I You know that it isn't real You'll disappear in a black hole You know that it
I've told myself "I told you so" And you can't even begin to believe There's so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me If you deem it so Just cut
the computer chips I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips You fucking goons are sick, and y'all can see that and y'all are my sons like Ebrahim
to choose, fuck you who's the illest, who's it really up to rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire
victimize - a cannibal, an animal your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips where then where will we be when there's nothing left to heed you are
place Pestilence For what you have had to endure And what you have put others through Death Deliverance for you for sure There is nothing you can
s flame will burn As long as there are men whose love runs strong and true Even in the darkest days there's hope for me and you There's been men who