my mind And I would like to see you again It?s funny how a feelin' will come back It?ll come on back, make you blue ?Cause I just saw a picture in my
my mind And I would like to see you again It?s funny how a feeling will come back It?ll come on back, make you blue ?Cause I just saw a picture in my
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on my mind And I would like to see you again It?s funny how a feeling will come back It?ll come on back, make you blue ?Cause I just saw a picture in
like that like that Keep it goin', like that Keep it goin' baby, like that like that Keep it goin', like that Keep it goin' baby, like that like that Keep it goin', like
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin' I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
verse I ever spitted I release I'm still apart of history I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery See I got a lotta love for what I do in life
we all lost like you? Patron saint, are we all lost like you? Patron saint, are we all lost like you? Patron saint, are we all lost like you? Patron saint
Well God I won't bother anymore tonight But tomorrow night I'll be sure to talk to you again You take care of my daddy now you hear me thank you God Amen I
cares away Can I talk my shit again? Can I talk my shit again? I can't believe I'm back up in this mu'fukka I'ma be late tho' I figga out what I'm finna
of you. Everytime I see you, I want to fall in love again I would like to free you, but you won't even let me in You won't even let me in. Can you
you'd do differently? What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?" If I never recorded another song If I was wrong, and nothin' I spitted was ever
we have to see Is that I don't belong to you And you don't belong to me yeah yeah (freedom) I won't let you down (freedom) I will not give you up (freedom) you
red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would
black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never
I mix this like black magic I got problems and bad habits I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average
