grow? How deep have we to fall, To get to the surface? Hey you, the one who knows The one who loves Tell us, tell us how it was And how it will be Hey Lord
to grow? How deep have we to fall, To get to the surface? Hey you, the one who knows The one who loves Tell us, tell us how it was And how it will be Hey Lord
Verse 1 Drivin down the motherfuckin highway the flyway hey bitch you goin my way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin her
month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only problem is I'm broke and ain't got no dope. But as I was standin?at my bathroom mirror, I look
thinkin I'm in trouble I reached to touch my face, but I couldn't feel my beard stubble I screamed, "oh lord help!" Looked into the mirror
the rain, hey It's hitting my window pane a little too much And now I gotta let you know One's got my face in a frown, hey, 'cause I can't stand the
craters In there, I'm holding one for fun One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "Hey" Yodle lay hey
[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell) Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!) You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home Without speaking
m holding one for fun One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "Hey" Yodle lay hey
your watch it's gettin time, Flash by the mirror, make sure you're lookin fine, oh yeah! Car waitin' outside, your momma sittin' by your side Hey
Check your watch it's gettin' time Flash by the mirror, make sure you're lookin fine, oh yeah Car waitin' outside, your momma sittin' by your side Hey
Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway The flyway hey, bitch, you goin' my way Now I got a passenger I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her Would
hug Wanna be happy Don't you want to hold them close? Hey, the revue is starting Hey, don't be late Hey, the revue is starting Hey, don't forget Perhaps
man That just couldn't change And though I've tried to set aside I still carry them today When I look into the mirror I can still see his face, oh Lord
And we're all dressed in our Sunday best And she smiles when she sees us Don't worry, it's only Jesus There's a face in the mirror Of the man that I can be Lord
see The Sword of Damocles hangin' directly above her Oh Lord, oh my Lord Oh Lord Have I offended thee? Wrap your tender arms around me Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh my Lord
Everyday seems I turn another page And it feels like the heartache fades a little more away Lookin' the mirror and I like what I see Hey you didn't take
