Never let them tell you no Turn up your sound Stand up, twirl down No one's around Never let 'em tell you no Stand by the beach And let's get warm by the fire I had started this camp Because I had the desire to spread good vibes

That great symphonic theme, That's Stella by starlight, And not a dream, She's everything on this earth to me. The song a robin sings, Through years of endless springs, The murmur of a brook at evening tides. That ripples through a nook where two lovers

You cannot replace them Face it or you'll waste them So get up, so get up and save it Your golden years left you behind Does the truth weigh on your mind? Tell me what did it cost when the moment was lost Is this how you survive? Why, oh why do you have

Tell me how this story ends The red lights mean you're leaving The white one's mean returning And I'll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Before the fires go cold The countryside's deserted There's no

Explain to me This conspiracy against me Yeah yeah yeah And tell me how I've lost my power Why we don't trust them Please speak softly For they will hear us

Better than a bullet being fired Tangled in your headwires now Tell them all 'Hello' Have you been headwired? Were you satisfied? Did it free the feelings in your spine? Sleeping way inside all this time Will your meet your mind Where the night collides?

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay

My sister, my friend Hey girl, it's me, just called to tell you hi Call me when you get this Haven't talked lately, so hard to find the time Give the boys a big kiss Tell them that I miss them By the way, I miss you too I was thinking just today About

21 Gun Salute I don't need more enemies for friends Tell me how much times can I kill this game for them But I still love these youts Fuck wi' you I put my trust in you Would you share your last bullet with me if there weren't any more gun salutes? Woke

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy