With a little love we will rise above You can count on me With a little love we will rise above With a little love Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love
could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A poker face book
just do it for yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little
designers Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me
The girls I used to chase round Were nothing but looks Never cared bout the news I follow Or my favorite books Then I met you And you showed me To a different
her little black book City hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look Every A list player is a favorite friend Says they all taste the same in the back of a
And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the
afternoon's alright Ain't a man on earth, that can stay alive Without a sex drive Sex Sex Sexy I was in a contest to rock the world First prize was a
than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate
for love was all that you and I held dear With the beat still in your head and a good book by your bed We will survive Someday are we gonna wake up a little
I didn't know it was killing this love And your honor she can't say I ain't love her Can't say I ain't tried But I guess my love wasn't good enough
books Fat, fat, fatty Gimme those books Fat, fat, fatty Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Books, fat Lousy fruit, kill the actors, you ever eat with
There's a gold frame That sits by the window And my heart breaks A little more each time I try To picture the memory inside There's an old book I's too
tell ya best friends that ya livin' the good life, yeah, she love my style, she love my looks, i done put it on a good to the point, like a tow truck
To return a few library books? But she climbed in the Cavalier Sittin' at the Amoco station He told her time don't matter Love was worth the waitin', a love
me a little bit Whatever you had to do is irrelevant I'm sex intelligent Yeah, yeah I'm sex intelligent Yeah A-T-L-A-N-T-A A-T-L-A-N-T-A
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God given Been blessed with
