was i born to lose c'mon muthafucker pick and chose between win or lose baby shoes, high-heeled shoes interviews, or kangaroos skatin down fuckin avenues
on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they
question Letting nothing on Let's keep it a question Keep it a question Love ain't a secret Keep it a question Let it stop within Keep it a question
What goes on in our minds It's just a question of time It should be better It's just a question of time It should be better with you It's just a question
just like a child You make me smile When you care for me And you know It's a question of lust It's a question of trust It's a question of not letting
to Tell me something that I'd never know Could be cautious as the words roll over your tongue I'm stung with sick discovery Tear me from these complicated questions
, among the weak And I ask them for the shortcut to the answers that I seek But it seems nobody understands what is and what will be Oh, the questions
me before a decision ask this question first Who am i living for? Is this my limit? Can't I endore some more? Just like you did, question existing Who
Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different
His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new day is born Folded in his backpack pocket The questions that
Questions Questions, things we gotta know! Every thing from... Are you real To how you make it snow! Answers Answers never seem to come Why do people
Since you've been gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil Oh
questions c'mon The questions (WHAT?) it's the questions boy It's the questions (hah) it's the questions yeah Talkin bout the questions, it's the questions
I ain?t shit And maybe I?ll never be committed As long as I am living, trying to be a real man Questions, yeah The questions, yeah The questions, yeah The questions (Questions
shit? Yeah, Hangmen 3 All y'all done it, all y'all funny Shit can get ugly One man summit, always blunted Haters most wanted I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions
I feel like a grain of salt in the shaker But the day that I meet my maker Or the day that I see my undertaker you see All I have is too many questions
matter anyhow It's just that the thought of us so happy Appears in my mind as a beautifully mysterious thing Yes, it does now, baby Questions 67 and
be here Never question, you should never question 'Cause you need me baby, yeah boy So there's no need for you Without a doubt I will be here Never question
