a wheel, Never ending or beginning inan ever spinning reel, Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, Like a carousel thats spinning running rings around
I come into new york town. People goin' down to the ground, Buildings goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in new york town, The wind blowin' snow around. Walk around
a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turnin' Running rings around
, she sleeps. Oh, may her sleep as it is lasting so be deep! Soft may the worms around her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old,
Its taste was sweet like summer wine The heart that beats in double time So he waltzed right in and bowled you over And you're still reeling from the
show up Take from me this hypocrite's cup And somewhere around the world Someone would love to have my first-world problems Kill the moon, turn out the sun
Baby, don't get too tight with me Yes, you're far too tight for me I got your messages And how can I resist But if you come around Don't slap the cuffs
a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival baloon Like a carousel that's turning running rings around
back into my familiar comfortable persona the one that my tv was bought to teach turn on tune in drop out i can be the hero who can fly around the sun
you keep your head up And that, that don't kill you only makes you stronger And the will to succeed will only feed the hunger, Fo' Reel (Fo' Reel, Fo' Reel
a wheel Never ending on beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around
I come into New York town. People goin' down to the ground, Buildings goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town, The wind blowin' snow around. Walk around
fella ever had And he taught me the poet game. I had a friend who drank too much And played too much guitar - And we sure got along. Reel-to-reels rolled
Sunday when the Bengals lost Lord it put me in a bad mood I have moments when I curse the rain Then complain when the sun's too hot I look around at
bousand, drinkin couple beers This is not The Wire, we move em bout some reels Hops in the industry and cops a couple deals Now Im hot as an Hennessey sittin in the sun
proud of us So she'd hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell
Baby, don't get too tight with me Yes, you're far too tight for me I got your messages And how can I resist But if you come around don't slap the cuffs
styles miss me You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai