(C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Put yo' hands up Miley, Miley, Miley, Miley (C'mon y'all, c'mon y'all, c'mon y'all) Everybody put yo' hands up
Missin' Yearnin' Tossin' Turnin' Fiendin' For her STILL Waitin' Shakin' Hatin' Havin' Flashbacks Askin' Why me Blindly Walkin' Hopin' Prayin' That she
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind And to lie to you rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of of my sins After several large gins But still
everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em but who am i to talk? i aint shittin' roses we in in the same picture but we all got different poses i'm looking
Soft and warm a quiet storm Quiet as when flowers talk at break of dawn Break of dawn A power source of tender force Generatin', radiatin' Turn me on
The sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone The world could come together as one
J'ai la musique dans le sang, Je la conjugue au passe au present, Je, tu, il, nous a tous les temps, J'fais d'la musique tout le temps. Musique de toutes
Prodigy, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
Intro: Where do we go from here What do i do with these feelings longing to have you near knowing we shouldn't be dealing Verse 1: Why must the bad things
[Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled
(steve jones) Ooh, Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just
This is the moment I been waitin' on And thinkin' on the whole day through I'm so excited that my tongue gets tied When I get next to you It's all messed
Everyone that I can see is gettin' right in tow Changin' songs to be on the radio Now there are things that I believe in I'd never sell my soul It
Well, she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And
I like the way you move, I like the way you feel It's just lust But don't kid yourself this love ain't for real It's just lust I wanna take you home
(Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna) Hey don't play with my brain We are all the same Save your flattery Just take it easy with me If ya want my luv If ya want
One two three four five six Roadrunner roadrunner Going faster miles an hour Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop With the radio on I'm in love with the modern
