way, living across the way) This is Anna's song, yeah (This is Anna's song, this is Anna's song) Keep on singing (Loving my song) All night long (Loving my song
m never gonna go I wanted you to know All I know if loving you's a felony They'd have to take me into custody All I know is a feeling's coming over me
the juice What's this? I see she brought her whol e uplown contingent. First there's Jon E., he always loves a party, he's followed by Vinnie, who's feelin
me what you need Anna, Anna, you are never alone You are never alone Anna, Anna Tell me what you want Tell me what you need Anna, Anna, you are never alone Anna
Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song,
Worked hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal Now the girlie's take they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go
replenishment, now I'm power limitless I devour enemies, rappin like there's ten of me Crawl like a tarantula, creep like a centipede Madchild from S
just like Rupaul lookin' girl, Body like a midget, ol small lookin' girl, Fred's white women lookin' girl, Crack lookin' girl, One eye lookin' girl, It's
desuka debut Geinô seikatsu Jûshûnen desu ka ---------------------------------------------- This song is called flying science class. The sky is shining So blue That's
me There's nothing more to say You fell in love With someone again and Got dumped didn'tcha Happy sad That's some nickname you got You're always standing
so real in my city its so fake got some niggas that's gone play got some niggas that gone hate got some niggas that's gone dis the treal niggas on the
My Level and Bring It On We Ghetto And We The Misses Defeatin You Stupid Bitches You Down In These Dirty Ditches We Attackin Up On This Song [Diamond
my baby'z mama You bitch Ha ha, that's fucked up, go to hell We dedicate this number to you, ha ha This one's for you, this evening's news report See
too high or low Am I country enough or too rock-n-roll And God bless poor Anna Nicole Can't find no shelter from the storm that's coming on Yeah stick
get some [Verse One: Fabolous] Ma you better off coming with a Anna Nicole plan, tryna get ya hand on a old man Maybe he's plannin' to romance, hand
stop calling, they read me well It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy Who needs to make records when there's seeds to sell Freak the bell, and
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along decay My mind's too full of memories, too