There is a secret place Underneath a tree Where if you go and haste You will find a key The key will open doors And you will look inside The things that
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't he make me proud He never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk, Lord, don't
My baby makes me proud Lord, don't she make me proud She never makes a scene By hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk Lord, don't
We?re too busy We?re just too busy Always making predictions Never make an exception to the rules Why do we fight all through the night? Why do we fight
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win but We're not running, we're not running There's a point I
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS Writer Kenny O'Dell My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
Behind closed doors you're mine I'm yours We've got our own language and that's about all Stripped to the bone I'm happy alone So wherever I'm going
My baby makes me proud Lord don't he makes me proud He never makes a scene by hanging onto me in a crowd Cause people like to talk Lord don't they love
My baby makes me proud Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene By hangin' all over me in a crowd 'Cause people love to talk Lord, don't
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit Flip, knock
Decisions made, consequences paid I don??° have any reason to place the blame Through hard times you stood strong You helped me carry on You never let
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk, Lord, don'
Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're not runnin', we're not runnin'. There's a point
(feat. Fink) [Verse 1:] I don't mean to be ungrateful and I could never tell you something if it aint true. I'm stable, and I find its easier for me
La porte est close Je voudrais sortir de l'enfer La porte est close Ma tete explose Ils ont emmure nos terres Oh! ma tete explose Ils m'ont demande
My baby makes me proud Lord, don't he make me proud He never makes a scene By hangin' all over me in a crowd 'Cause people like to talk Lord, don't they
Il fait moins froid dehors que dans mon c?ur qui dort Depuis que ta presence n'est plus qu'une apparence de verite On joue avec les mots les rires qui
I saw her there from afar Her hair grey charcoal Takes a drag from her tar I kissed her a smile But her blood red shot eye Said the son never shines