For you I'd write a symphony I'd tell the violin it's time to sink or swim Watch me play for ya For you I'd be running a thousand miles Just get to where
[Justin Bieber] Ohh Ohh For you I'd write a symphony I'd tell the violin It's time to sink or swim Watch em play for ya For you I'd be (Whoa) Runnin
't really wanna show you wut a G.I.B. I'd rather be sippin' Remy in V.I.P. When you hear the music it'll be by me Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.
rather be shot in the face Than hear what you're going to say One day the wind will come up And you'll come up empty again - And who'll be laughing then
'd rather be shot in the face Then hear what you're going to say One day the wind will come up And you'll come up empty again -and who'll be laughing
't you be the artist And make me out of clay Why don't you be the writer And decide the words I say 'Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at
they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be
Ohh Ohhhhh For you i'd write a symphony I'd tell the violins, it's time to sink or swim Watch 'em play for ya For you i'd be wooaaah Running a thousand
Oooh Aaah For you I'd write a symphony I'd tell the violin It's time to sink or swim Watch 'em play for ya For you I'd be (oh whoa) Runnin' a
[Katy B] Ohh Ohh aaaaaaaaaaaah For you I'd write a symphony I'd tell the violin It's time to sink or swim Watch him play for ya For you I'd be (Whoa)
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
mindset you put out So where's your violin? So where's your violin? So where's your violin? So where's your violin? So where's your violin? So when
and Freddie Foxxx and 'em No jealousy, please dunny it's just my life Don't be mad cus your girl would rather by my whore than be your wife (Chorus w
Welcome to my building, come and meet the newest owner Out a coma, I'm a different type of organ donor Different breed, come and see why they be hating
Only to soothe my little spirits, I think God can hear me cryin When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins But I think he rather have
said O Johnny, lovely Johnny, Would you leave me O when I was a young man, I heard my father say That he'd rather see me dead and buried in the clay Sooner than be
Frank zappa (bass, lead vocals, guitar) George duke (keyboards, background vocals) Don "sugar cane" harris (violin) Jean-luc ponty (violin)
baton Providing you included a band If I could be the wealthy owner of a large industry I would say, "Not for me" I'd rather lead a band If I could be
