In a love song. What the singers all are singing 'Cause everybody's needing Why do people cry When they hear the word goodbye In a love song? Tears are sure to fall When you know they gave it all Somehow two lovers get a chance

It's in the way you want me The way you show me just what love's made of It's in the way we make love It's in the way you hold me You've got a way with me Somehow you got me to believe In everything that I could be I've gotta say-you really got a way

We gold, we gold, we shine Eh, ah, eh, ah Wo-oh, shine your light Wo-oh, set the world on fire Wo-oh, shine tonight Wo-oh (Set the world on fire) Eh, oh, a shining star Don't matter where you are Hey there rock star

On the other side nothing but brown grass Now I find myself rolling 'round on brown grass Now I find myself falling down on brown grass Now I'm open wide To the truth I left behind Her loves so hard to find Why didn't I know that she was a essential part

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs

Haciéndole cosas con ella me quiero perder (Eh-eh, eh-eh) con ella me quiero perder me trae recuerdos del ayer me trae recuerdos del ayer (Oh-oh) Hay necesidades que no tienen control Yo necesito tocarte Le serví un trago

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

Time to think it through Consider the change See it from a different view Simple sweet guitar Humbled by the bass So when the beat kicks in Everything falls into place And it overpowers me

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

Grass is green and it's always sunny Hands so bloody, tastes like honey I'm finding it hard to leave Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands