heart that beats For you And if You dear Could read my mind Oh you Would know my love Is true Words can`t say how much I love you Words can
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Chorus Words can`t say how much I love you Words can`t say how much I care I need you `n I need your love like I need to breathe the air Verse1
Oh we could be down for life Have a couple kids and make you my wife, baby You're beautiful lady My beautiful, so wonderful I love you so.. Oh we could
shingle Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh No erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Ah erra Oh Oh Ah Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Ah Poo Poo Ca Ca [ Verse 2 ] Erra Erra Eric swallowed
every word you said! You gave me hope for the future! So how could I swallow every single spit Of syllables from her tainted mouth? when all her words
her aim - oh oh oh- She locks and loads, are you in her way? Her smile hits the mark With steady hands she makes her aim - oh oh oh- She locks and loads
I see my influence still shinin Hah! Hit you with my ultraviolence Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot Oh shit! I'm gon' give
of it Nervously saying words That oh-so-tightly fit A mark beneath the chin (Uh Uh) I’ve caught you once again It’s in the way you sell every word and
a rasta chorus) Word of mouth is always everlasting And everlasting are the words that I bring The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey And music is made by Mark
ry Oh Oh people of the earth Listen to the warning the seer he said For those who hear and mark my words Listen to the good plan. Oh Oh - and two by
my nigga Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga Um, Mark Twayne Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me Oh I can get mo money,
of magic, lose the clothes Gotta party like this yo' world Make yo' booty go stupid, girl So hot that I love them curves Off top, shawty, mark my words Oh, oh
about it Oh, we could be down for life Have a couple kids and make you my wife, baby You're beautiful, lady My beautiful, so wonderful, I love you so Oh
out on the line Will they be ready for you in time If you leave them out too long They'll be withered by the sun Full stops and exclamation marks My words
poppin' tags Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh
never sell a bird to a mockingbird We find out where you stay and we mark your turf Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first Oh, and ya' is
eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word
