Гром грохочет вдали То ли гроза, да на небе ни облака Воздух смолою пропитан Солнце горит Моря вскипает котёл Стонут утёсы под натиском волн Северный
Drink up baby, stay up all night With the things you could do You won't but you might The potential you'll be that you'll never see The promises you'll
See I never thought that I could walk through fire. I never thought that I could take the burn. I never had the strength to take it higher, Until I reached
You've turned back on me And left me alone I saw this house, so high Will it take me to the sky Another life, another soul Taken by your self esteem Sixteen
[Rodney Jerkins:] Darkchild, Big Will, 2000 Bust out, shake it up now Come on, come on And shake it up now Who am I? You know, you know Big Will, ya ready
This here's a record I wrote about friendship The kind that X and Ja 'Lil was talking bout When they wrote Friends, how many of us have them? I'm talkin
[Mic check, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic Uh gimme more heat Uh gimme more heat Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus:] Everybody in the front now (whoot,
[Uh, uh I'm bout to freak this Ha, ha, ha, ha What? What? What? What? Uh, Big Will, uh I'm bout to freak this What you want me to freak this Just peep
(Ooh, Ohh) Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers
[Verse One: Will Smith] From a distance Your witness, the glow from my entourage Gravitate toward the ambience See me and my men on CNN Then the birth
Mary J. Blige:] Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy [Chorus - Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background:] I really wish I could explain it baby
[Will Smith:] Ladies and gentlemen Thank you very much for comin out this evening Yeah, thank you thank you Please, take the dancefloor, uh I would like
[Willow:] Daddy can you tell me a story? [Will:] Oh you wanna hear a story? What kind of story you wanna hear baby? [Willow:] A scary story Oh, ok Once
[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Snoop Dogg, Big Will Ay lil' homey you need to {*"pump ya brakes"*} Real talk, we came to have a good time We ain't got all that time
[Will Smith:] Mic check, one two one two This dedicated to an old friend of mine, Michelle She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf Now e'rything
[Will Smith:] He's a nice guy - how ya doin? He's a nice guy - good to see ya! He's a nice guy - how your mom an' 'em? [Verse One: Will Smith] Mr. Nice
[Will Smith:] Original - a first form from which varities arise An authentic work of art as opposed to an imitation, or reproduction [Verse One: Will
Will Smith:] Yo, if you can't dance, it's cool to get up now Yeah see usually y'all stand off on the side Y'know you're a lil' embarrased or whatever