playing that piano I got a Mozart of my own The way you're running up and down those keys Sounds like a symphony to me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you
my one room country little shack I'm sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere People, I'm in my own, own one room country little shack All my worries
to me For the key to my happiness you now hold can't you see I'll sit here crying and wait for your call but oh the pain the pain of it all [ piano ]
next to kin My family is starvin', you know they want me to win Me forfeit, please get off it Send a check in my name to my office Mutombo in the lane
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Starin out of, of my window Oh I, feel so tired Oh yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin
I thought of no other and we sang our own love's refrain Our hearts beat as one as we had our fun but time changes everything When you left me my poor
It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own risk, sucker Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin?, what's happenin?? E-Swift, you cuttin
've missed her And oh yes I'm so glad that you're my own But oh is it best to tell the rest oh what what will I tell my darling [ piano ] (Oh she) yes
Well I'm trapped in web of my own makin' all because your love was easy takin' You had me believing that I was the only one I didn't know you were only
here wasted and wounded at this old piano Tryin' hard to capture the moment this mornin' I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in my head
reachin' for the towel/ with soap in my eyes dryin' off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs The next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own
up every morning, has breakfast with his children Sweet wife smiling at him, thinks how good my life's become This past Thursday was the 14th anniversary Owned their own
It was gangsta' gangsta' at the top of the list then I played my own shit and it went somethin' like this, Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' jockin
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
urban blue, played with them keys For them c-notes, so he can handle the whole piano Hammers unloadin' ammo, if his army ain't in harmony He kill his own
can't hide it, unrequited, 'cause I want a love of my own. And though we never talk about it, baby everybody knows. Me n Isabella fakin' the piano,
satisfied? (Are you satisfied, are you satisfied?) What fate has lead me here, oh, please forgive me, dear I don't know if I could sit by on my own (My own
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, we both reached for the gun [All