When I turn on the TV it seems their winning all the time So I pray to God to please show me a sign Has anybody seen my mind I would never ever leave
Roy It's the mind of a magic in true Your own thoughts play the game In the magical wonders they do The mind in the magic is you Move of the head And
I gotta let you go I gotta let you go No more sleepless nights I gotta let you go I gotta let you go I need a man who treats me right I want somebody
I Waste Your Time YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA BE MINE (Repeat)
I danced with you. Juliett: Time can never mend (oooh), Careless whispers of a good friend. To the heart and mind (to the heart and mind), Ignorance
I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I dont
It’s a real bad time for black celebrities, they lockin everybody up: Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly, OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
tell me what happened to Michael Jackson? And MTV trading music for acting? Avril Lavigne's on the cover of Maxim Woah oh oh oh And theres a million other
mind That X got him thinking he was DMX Then he switched to Pac and now he trying to be him next So which one are you? X? Luke? Pac? or Michael? Just
like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps! (woo!) But you
)] I Love You More Than He (Take You Anywhere) [Michael] But I Love You Endlessly (Loving We Will Share) [Michael & Paul] So Come And Go With Me To One Town [Michael
one without the other one Would be needing something more We are the shadow and the light Always love me (And) never leave me now (And) now you are the other
low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it Instead of using their mind or their fist, they
He's the sort of guy who would leave you in a k-hole To go play Halo in the other room Remember while you were bereaving Michael's death He was over
I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I don
strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And Mac-11's that leave you wetter than Michael Phelps But
The girl is mine Michael, we're not going to fight about this, okay? Paul, I think I told you, I'm a lover not a fighter I've heard it all before, Michael
out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew And to you other