[Originally by Reba McEntire] I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On
as they come and go, distorted and making sure that they always fall in. And will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is the synonym
[Performed as The Uriah Omen] When, when you feel upset, I will kiss you softly and leave your cheeks wet. Lie; tell me you're alright. Put the sun
[Originally by Third Eye Blind] The guy who put his hands on you Has got nothing to do with me And the bruises that you feel will heal And I hope
time Cause I definitely be having mine And you aint finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear bout other n-gga's stroking you Might say I hit you He
Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I
(Woman) So Lil Wayne, what's your motivation? (Wayne) Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad? You should be ashamed
] Whos Michael Jackson, Your Michael Jackson, Im Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game, Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta Brain He
lie He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cry He's a southwest, tie-wearing bolo-champ Coming straight out the box with a bowl o' champ Yo, he
Whose Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael Jackson, I guess what I'm asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend
everything in life but a coffin They say thr sky's the limit, how bitch? I'm moonwalking! And my middle name Michael ho Success is my idol and being broke is
smellin' is trees Me and my bredderns inhalin' watermelon and cheese I clear my head like Magellan while he's sailin' the seven seas 'Til Armageddon just waitin' 'til I'm a legend
I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say, he think he's slick He's got a lot of chips, he'
's grumpies That Bubba talk gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth but ain't no joke inside This is complicated, at least to y'all it is Just let
, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend
ll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up Tech is hostile, he's awful He really be wicked when he
black other half white like Kid Rock Try to tell it to a Cizz-op Thought it would work, it did not He told me "Nigga stizz-op You know you is not", wrote
