Count the days like snowflakes Falling to the ground I think about the past year And where did I go wrong? I can't believe this Christmas eve That this
(Eddie Money) I feel a hunger It's a hunger that tries to keep a man awake at night. Are you the answer? I shouldn't wonder when I feel you whet my
clock is passin' through, (Whoo) Hit the sand is the only other task to do, (True) You know my fan base is international, Their fan base is only within an avenue
pink. Laughin’ at us on the avenue Bustin’ caps at each other after havin’ brew We can’t enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... of each other’s wealth Commin
and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue
Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they
I am the one you denied, brushed off every time I tried But I'm alright, I'm able to swallow my pride And put all the bullshit to the side, yf you're
say, "I'm sorry" when you're funny Y'all can have him 'cause dangerous don't want him He'll tell a lie almost every other minute I'm like Bennett, I
I say it, I don't speak no other languages I came to do two things, kick some ass And drink some cold beer and I'm almost out of beer Looky here, we damned if every other
Why am I standing on a cloud Every time you're around And my sadness disappears Every time you are near You must be an angel I can see it in your eyes
, ?Johannesburg? But I think the young folks need to know, that things don?t go both ways You can?t talk respect of every other song or just every other
with that cali greens Still holding a 40 oz. just strictly for my streets I aint from compton but they got surenos over there In every other varrio
every day of his life Hard times to live in, wake up in the morning Thank God The type of shit a young black man Gotta go through every day of his life
I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue
tickled pink Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew We can't enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous at each other's wealth
those lawless avenues Silent Joe went down so bad He was the strongest fighter the avenues had Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging Someone from some other
that life's a mystery But so too is the human heart And it was my heart's own perfume when the crepe jasmine bloomed On Rue Morgue Avenue Though I couldn
far, so good Somebody gotta be up to no good Shots fired on Watson Avenue Where they won't hesitate, shoot me, stabbin' you (True) That's aight, every
