so young (home) Go back to from whence you came (home) My family tree my family name (home) For some strange reason it ahd to be (home) He guided me
little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. Get alone, lonesome bulldog While there's snow on the ground Get alone, lonesome bulldog Where you'll never be
you ain't my friend Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
Is my imagination playing tricks on me, you've changed It's mighty strange [Ro Ro Dolla] Yo, I remember you when you was a short fox Never thought I'
and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's Yogi, the mellow low key Understandin' my crew is strictly Shark Bar Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars I'd rather be
Why she gonna get her hair done again? (She's gonna get her hair done again) She did something kinda strange the other day I was looking at a picture of her family
raise a family. That?s how I was raised, how I was brought up, get a wife a son and a daughter. That?s how I was taught to be proper, never thought
is growing in this world You can tell she'll always be her daddy's girl You can tell she'll always be her daddy's little girl It'll be all right
my home, The trees of a country, Where autumn came suddenly, That I'll never find... But then there's your face, dear, And I know I'll never be walking
me there It's in strange situations That dreams are laid Just a thought And they haunt you again If you'd known how it felt Could it be the same
wet All your bitch say was the black silhouette Of the dark Ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba Cut the roof to your family tree, timber Me and Dr. Strange
angry And another man might have been hurt But another man never would have let her go I stashed the bill And she walked away in silence It's strange how you never
know I'm there twenty years old and about to be a millionaire What you think, cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb and if you get Mase strung, that'll be
On A Dead Mic Verse. 2: Abbaz Chiyad, Tha one that never gon change cant stop makin music, lyrics comin to me like i'm nobody strange, tryin to be famous
may be So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me I never saw the boy before So nothing could be sillier At closer range his face was strange
"upbeat and funky" track. "Bliss" is one of those. Though we were never known to be a funk band, we did seem to have an edge where that style could be
There's a strange and lonely person With whom I'll spend this night There'll be no old sad memories To haunt me 'til I die In that room, there'll be
the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never