own Please don't you let go I'm trying... I'm trying Sing a song, sing it all out of tune It's hard to listen to a voice that doesn't reach me lately
you order a Mohito at the bar... ya re-apply lippy cos it came off on the glass... the DJ plays ya favourite song... Kanye's on... now ya beckoning for
to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for
, "Can you give her 3 dollars For a 5 dollar book of food stamps So she can get her some cigarettes?" Ya see, I go through some shit called voice exercisin
Half a tank of gas, two cigarettes Scrapping up change in the ashtray Then the voices its only a test of my faith It was only Damn there's a song for
black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for
know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget I know I can't afford to stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget Man, for
Of daily mars among the stars, In that distant land, Strict as lies, We took our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons
on that bright day [ organ ] A soft song fell within his hearing he picked our girl her soul her voice Today our partner sings in heaven God praised the angel for
m gonna start my pickin' right now Just tell me where you'll be Judas pointed down the road And said, "Eternity" "Eternity," said Frankie Lee With a voice
walk the city. Beneath the darkened skies. Stealing kisses in the shadows away from prying eyes. Hiding out from those we know. Secrets whispers voices low
for the lost one that comes not again. I long for jeanie with my heart boys low, Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. I sigh for jeanie
to think of as the voice of Authority. And it would take me a while to tell them how I used it for songs that were, you know, about various forms of
ve taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work
in me An' allowed the Lord t' win me I can testify to it Sweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for For ever so long I never
tear His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low "I've sung the songs of
Verse 2: Says the woman who sings at the bar This is for you, you know who you are I was you once, looking for someone I never found? She paints in a low smoky voice
