You took me out on a date I said I wouldn?t out too late Agreed to let you just hold my hand I drew a line in the sand You tried to kiss me in your car
're better looking then victory is ours So spin the bottle, baby, and how, We've got a war to win, let's win it now The love war was won with a single
Girl before the mirror Appraises her disguise Child become a mother Tries to fix her eyes No more of his excuses It has to be today She can keep her
Your mission is set You've only two hours Before everything is lost And swallowed by light So do this with care But don't waste your time 'cause this
the door When you stole the car and drove towards Mexico And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm I was young enough, I still believed in war
d rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo
it seems foolish though From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough Catastrophic, the walls came closing in On all sides, the pressure expose the gem A war
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
give toe tag Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags But me I keeps it gutter, just like before I'mma warrior so I stay prepared for war Ain'
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
was on its final break When he came walking in The lies that showed more than his age He was drunk, worn and thin He sat down behind the ol' piano And
is that it makes you feel so good. I have a song here which I realise should be accompanied on a folk instrument in which category the piano does not
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
and cheeses Put his ambitions at bay Summers and winters scattered like splinters And four to five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano
cheeses Put his ambition at bay The summers and winters, scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904 He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses
Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
the one at all Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall You a knife at a gun fight, our shit is raw You a square, you're silverware in a civil war