(from The Phantom of the Opera) Phantom: Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon
(by Neil Diamond) Talk a walk We can hardly breathe the air Look around Its a hard life everywhere People talk but they never really care On the street
I've been waiting for my dreams To turn into something I could believe in And looking for that Magic rainbow On the horizon I couldn't see it Until I
(David Cook & Daughtry) David Cook: You say you gotta go and find yourself You say that you're becoming someone else Don't recognize the face in the
(by Neil Diamond) After all these years After all these tears between us Still I couldn't find Someone half as right as you And each time I stop to
(by Michael Jackson) She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the
proud of your daughter Think of all the things you taught her Not to go into the water till she could swim how to cook and how to sew what other things
is, it might be called Not necessary the same thing but uh Something other than what could be the right thing In other words, it might be a contingent
y'all know what's about to happen When I proceed to give you what you need and the Ak start rappin I throw rhymes like children throwin balls on project bricks In other
get out There's no other way, don't try I'm caught in a car and I can't get out I can't explain, I can't drive Can't drive Oscar Wilde and Peter Cook
ghost effects With Brian doherty - drums Garo yellin - cello David yazbek - keyboards, backing vocals, claps Sean altman - backing vocals Produced by david
just seem like you get out of it, nowhere and shit You thinkin' you puttin' your shit in and you thinkin' You gettin' over, and doin' all this other shit
(feat. Sky) [David Banner:] Yeah He Buy You Clothes I Hit It From The Back Yeah He Drive A Benz I'm In A Woodwill Cadillac He Readin You Poetry While
t got no love for no other then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya And David
and I can't get out There's no other way Don't try I'm caught in a car and I can't get out I can't explain I can't drive I can't drive Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke
is, it might be called something other than what could be the same thing, but uh, what could be the right thing in other words, it might be a contigent
I move cuz them niggas might cross ya there be yams cross the street over there in the bushes holla at your boy if you really want em cookies Met em
s all guns and slangin caine We need some upliftment in the streets, somebody call David Blaine [SOS] Fuck positivity. I'll bang David Blaine's favorite