So giving all the love you have Never be afraid to show your heart So giving all the love you have There is a special reason, a special reason In the
Come on little darling, be mine Is it true that you worry about The things I do for you? I will always be on your side So just move a little closer And
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this But
Ooh, this old heart of mine, been broken thousand times Each time you break away, I fear you're gone to stay Lonely nights that come, memories that go
Gives you something you can do with your hands Makes you look cool and feel like a man In the morning you'll probably regret me Me and your cigarettes
Here in Harlan County, the choices are few To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes You can grow marijuana way back in the pines Or work for
[Intro:] Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed
Oh, compound we got one now baby, woo Nephew, I see you boy, Ne-Yo Let's go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Girl, what you want Big chips is it? New whips? A nice
Mmm mmm, yeah Doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo Oh yeah Gotta change my answering machine Now that I'm alone 'Cuz right now it says that we Can't come
At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream A war's already waged for my destiny But You've already won the battle And You've got great plans
Wake up everyone How can you sleep at a time like this Unless the dreamer is the real you Listen to your voice The one that tells you To taste past the
She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see
I'm sending out a message to myself So that when I hear it on the radio I will know that I am fine I will know that I am love I warned myself of the
So you closed your eyes in the mornin' You said you want to start smokin' again You said you had that dream last night Of the stranger in your room You
Time: 3:05 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson Co-producer: andy paley Recorded by brad gilderman Mixed bt mark linett
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own style I got my own steps, I got my own
He might be doing you But he's thinkin about me, So baby think about another lover And go find another brother. I know he's my man He's all in my