know how true love feels Since you came into my life No more tears will fall from my eyes again Baby, baby Chorus: True love is lighting up my life True love
I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball But they like me better than Charles De Gaulle Entre nous, it's very true The room temperature's higher than my I.Q. But they love
goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock
fault I'm raw I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot) Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
is more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole) This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow [Charles
la, la, la, love me It's Grand P, twist the L, yo, twist the L See, I'm sayin' just la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, love me It's Grand P, twist the L,
out of control cause I like to ball get a true man and let's go cause I likes to get it on (what) it's just be and Monifah the true mo'hagony fans here
Rock crazyin' Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO, Kid Rock
Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock
. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an
more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole) This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow [Charles
There's something about that that gets me so nauseous, I don't know what it is. Look at that, look at that. FZ: Yeah, but it's not true. Well, you see
love for the business You ask "What is this? Is it real or ficticous?" I kill the wise and intelligent rebels with percision [Charlie 2na] It's a true
fault i'm raw, i'm sorry B but I wanna war and he stabbed Un over Charlie Baltimore (fuckin fagget) sucker for love.. uh uh.. sucker for love kill
what, what What, what Yo, yo stop holdin' my things you got, not We're hot and you're not (Yeah) We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
god let me clense my soul/ throw away all the rims and the gold/ o no I cant do that/ do I love god? True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/ im loco like
think they competin' They pre-sweetened like candy, I'm hot like pepper Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is Steppin' up lovely
