change, a close but simple getaway, of routes that people can exchange, to trade in eports of your souls wait, in the end you always pay to wait. So
for change, a close but simple getaway, of routes that people can exchange, to trade in eports of your souls wait, in the end you always pay to wait.
the path Of the souls on the dark roads that leads to the man Do you hear them crying? Waiting for someone To come and dry these tears Take away their fears Another
they call belly dancin' Dina Well, today's the day, hooray, hooray Yippee yie yo, yippee yie yie yay Everybody's waiting for her to arrive Ooh, she makes my nature rise
s on nigga what you wanna do? You better pay close attention Let it be known, I control the zone beyond your comprehension Blunt session, you feel the tension begin to rise
it's fucked up when you loving, they don't love you in return Fuck around and wait till you get on your feet, and slug you till it burn Niggas is flies yeah they over rise
that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see And another
own Low and behold, in another few days Five star dinner, that the company pays Johnny got a motor, Johnny got a guitar He got a room and a woman to pay
, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables 'cause it's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find
union, Marty? You don?t hire union! CHARLENE: Come on, Joanne, our limousine is waiting! MARTY: You?re gonna pay for this! CURTIS TAYLOR, JR.: Excuse
never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see? And another man named
, imaging you care And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day But I don't suppose it's worth the price, worth the price The price that I would pay
shit consistent, I keeps my listeners listenin' My rocks be glistenin', I come through blocks be hissin' But niggaz can't stop my mission My main intention, is to make niggaz pay
was like release for the primitive beast Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait
And the winder is coming on fast, ready to kill One day nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
day nearer to dying! At the end of the day there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise Like the waves crash on the sand