her, to light the way to heaven on high They left a trail of love and glory, as they crossed the Southern sky Chorus: I saw the writing on the wall
you are four walls You don't make a room don't make a room I caught you covered in tinsel Bouncing your eyeballs off a pinstripe piano Don't you
a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano
the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (Pusha T) As 'Ye flips the piano
know what I want and where I'm wanted" But you came in whistling, "I'll go if you'll go" And I was waiting around to play like an old piano And honey
, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin
action, surfin' the avenue Mad at you, where I used to battle crews Back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in Got
blowin' in the wind Yeah what do they know They probably told that to Dylan a long time ago There's a kid in the ghetto his back to the wall Stars in
feel the hot wind blowin', ev'ry day and ev'ry night I feel my confidence growin' and I know I'm gonna be alright I see the volcanoes 'rupting and erupting, red walls
what you want to Let's take it outdoors with out your There's no one without beds without floors Plays our body softly like piano keys Together explore
in your hood so slow down niggaz Watch the speed though, mind the pedal and ease off A street talk into a collision course with these walls - bam! They
Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas
Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough Catastrophic, the walls
[ Don Rich ] I sat home alone till I nearly climbed the walls While you been out just a havin' yourself a ball But I end up my mind today there's gotta
Philippines One serve judge tellin' you he sick of me I ain't finnin' go back for nar a nigga naw One phone call bullets comin' through ya walls Play
. Check it out. [e-40] Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
m playing the piano 'Til my fingers' like bananas But I want to go But I have to keep up playing Through the day and through the wall And the through
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin But when
