a cure just so she could get laid So never fear my dear, just come on over here I practice safe sex, with girls I lay next In other words, the j-hat's
What you hear is the voice of a prince in his prime I articulate and other just rhyme I paint the picture nigga I'm Picasso Raw from the brick to the
I'm heaven sent Don't you dare forget I am all you've ever wanted What all the other boys all promised Sorry I told I just needed you to know I think
from my lungs to my knees In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze Ah-choo, then I was sore, there was only one cure Original rhymes wholesome in thought
drums Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
Why do I always fall in love with the girl that is dropped by all the other guys? This is my chances, much more indefinate I do not think that I will
Just the other day I started thinkin' how we messed up our love and fell apart I'm feeling weak an' I'm gonna lose my guard an' I really couldn't keep
in my hand --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dracula Moon Where are the bones on that one What if the cure
both. If you must fail, fail splendidly. Hunt two tigers. The cause of human problems is birth. The cure of human problems is logic. Hell or other people
I didn't know when I was lucky Discontented feeling bad Filled with envy For possessions other people had I found my pride had always hurt me Fought
[Murs] The problem with me is that I think too much relying on this pen and this ink too much and I do too much - I'm always on tour accumulating voice
easily controlled - weak of will, strong of mind Chosen for the telekinetic qualities they posses. Helping to cure man... To mend all that is flawed
Lord, when You lift Your voice It's like no other voice I have known Lord, when You lift Your hand All the kingdoms of earth silent go And when You say
understand why it?s never been done So let?s change on the count of one It takes one, just one And then one follows the other one And then another follows the other
that count to me, you know? (Woman) So, is your music considered the voice of urban America, or America period? (Wayne) I mean, I would say, the voice
yesterdays That still remain? Okay it doesn't matter Cause I'm still yours Give it time to find a pattern We will find a cure in this design Is there any other
a treasure box full of solid gold And when I'm lying next to her at night My mind takes off in a fanciful flight Off of my bed and over my house Like the voice
and yes, I'm so sure That all you need is one visit, then you'll be cured Cause in the game of rap I am the referee When the others need help, they'll